My routine on Wednesday is to pop over to freewillastrology.com and see what poet-guru Rob Brezny has to say for the week. He always includes what he calls a "sacred advertisement" at the bottom of his readings. The one I read today is as follows:
Congratulations. Every cell in your perfect animal body is beginning to purr with luminous gratitude for the enormity of the riches you endlessly receive. You are becoming aware that each of your heart's beats originates as a gift of love directly from the Goddess herself. Any residues of hatred that had been tainting your libido are leaving you for good. You are becoming telepathically linked to the world's entire host of secret teachers, pacifist warriors, philosopher clowns, and bodhisattvas disguised as convenience store clerks.
The preceding oracle comes from Rob's book, PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings.
That sounds like something I'm going to need to remember as we are hurled into the election nonsense again this year. It's just not healthy to get so angry, but I want my country back.
There's a great song in the musical 1776 where John Adams wonders aloud "Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see?"
So much of that musical resonates with me today. I still remember when my Dad took me to see it in NY. I remember that I thought it was the story of our forefathers, but that was before I realized that this country's forefathers are actually Carnegie, Edison and Rockefeller. The gentlemen philosophers were upstaged by the captains of industry. Somewhere in the last hundred years we lost a war most of us didn't even recognize as happening.
Got hope?
BTW, the picture is from the Rodin Museum in Paris.
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