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Date Posted: 10:16:04 09/23/08 Tue
In reply to:
Mark
's message, "Greedy Fools" on 14:55:46 09/20/08 Sat
Mark,
My husband and I, we were working in the International Technology of Information and of Communication, and were using message systems many years before Internet appeared.
When Internet began, a guy from Switzerland, René K. Müller, created the SPIRITWEB.ORG and we were many buddies, (mainly mediums, channels, or people working in the various domains of Mind, Soul and Body) to chat and to laugh between us on his website. We were a very bonded community who knew each other; a gang of hardheaded and determined people who knew exactly what to do next... and this without big shows!
I must confess, we were lightworkers who have been prepared for our work. In summer 2001, a great conference has taken place in a huge amphitheatre of the astral, and we were about 2000 or 3000 of us who have been convoked in the middle of the night in order to attend this general assembly. I am not allowed to say more. Whatever, it was not necessary that things be repeated twice to us; we were reliable people. The ostentatory was not for us; we were working in the discretion.
SPIRITWEB has been closed since, but the members are still in contact to each other. Here below, I present one of the member of this gang; he has sent this well written and funny message to me on the 15th Sept 2008.
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Maya Is On Faya
September 15, 2008
Money doesn't talk, it pukes. The Dow dumped almost five percent
today, five hundred points, as three of the five biggest investment
banks have died summarily. The grim rapers get their due. AIG, the
global mega insurer, is bellyuping because of deep derivatives.
Washington Mutual, the largest savings and loan, just went junk bond
status. Bank of America ate Merrill Lynch whole overnight. More to
come all over the world.
Spectacular Speculation crashes spectacularly. It's all so leveraged,
systemically. The house of cards is discrediting. Whether in the
stocks or in bondage, the whip comes down, as serious wealth is being
hung out to shrivel. It's rippling through the global markets, too, matey.
The DepressionRepression game, the Fascist's dream, is now engaged.
Imagine all the reshuffling opportunities available for the bottom
feeders right now. Imagine the money they'll make on the hurricane
damage. Millions of people are hitting new poverty right now.
Meanwhile, Corporate MonoCulture is realizing its great fear and
motivator: The Bottom Line. We now dive to the bottom, marching in
line, with a twist of lemming. America the grate, when it drains it poors.
War is the oldest profession. The US has tripled its weapons sales in
the last three years, mostly to Iraq and Afghanistan. Key countries
are highly destabilized right now. The Cold War has become
resuscitated, a vampyrrhic victory for these blood sucking dinosaurs
in last gorge. The US is now foraying into Pakistan with abandon. A
huge unionization wave is appearing in China. A couple of million
people are without power in America as I write. The pattern is clear:
we are losing power. Not down and out. Down and in. The trappings of
corporate driven life are being realized as traps. In Got we
trusted...... now dearth we will parse.
Do you think, as the upper crust loses big in the markets, they'll let
Obama come in and cut their tax cuts? They're lining up McCainiac and
Tstarina to run smog and mirage. They're gonna dig up anything that
burns, so speaketh the drilling profits. Femme Fetal will be a
destraction. I suspect dirt getting smeared on Biden any day now,
anything to steer away from issues and into reactive sound bytes.
Election Day is when Saturn and Uranus go exactly opposed in Virgo and
Pisces. Nothing but manipulation and lies in this deal. I honestly
don't think the vote will matter. We watch the charade build everyday.
Hope will be hard pressed to make it to the finish line. So much crazy
shit will be happening. The candidates are the noise. What will be
decided in this election is fundamental:
MasterSlave does not work. Do not give unto Caesar what is yours. Vote
for your self, your being. Autonomy is not having a My Space page. Who
and what are you working for, and is it working for you? Unslave. It's
time. Masters will get their due in the fifteen years of Pluto in
Capricorn. This is what we are seeing as Empire crumbles. Along with
it comes the nightmares that are ongoing, such as Haiti and Cuba, that
are left to rot as they are serially crushed by hurricanes. The
whiteous continue to ignore cruelly. There'll be hell to pay in the
years ahead.
The trances won't all hold. Levees in the Psyche are breaking. As life
toughens, the soft get weirder. As the screws come loose, on society
and ourselves, disintegration will rule. Our Great New Order is now on
the Entropy Train. It's end times. All the ends of the projection
rainbows will be realized. But it's just another pot of goals, rather
than eternal riches, that'll be found. That's the way it always is:
pursuit rather than realization of happiness.
Uranus in Pisces and Neptune in Aquarius for years have dissolved all
structure and meaning. The thin veneer, the Shineola, the grace and
hope and promise of it all can be seen in stark Light. Dark matter and
dark energy remain the unknown majority mass of existence in the
Universe corner of the Dream. While we stone each other, it's Unhenge.
We've pushed the rock way up the hill.... now it unrolls.
It's not bad or fault or negatory. It's fucking weird, and practically
unbearable on any given day if you're paying attention or if the
wheels have come off your karma bus. There is no precedent to this. It
does echo RomeAtlantisCamelot. Failure is about to erupt, powerfully.
What went up is coming down? It's the Twin Towers chapter. Maya is on
faya.
Be, instead of BeGaining things again. Let End happen. You cannot push
this river. Piscean Age bubbles of the most elaborate sort are now
popping. Get your ducks in the river, fuck the row. We're up shift
creek and getting paddled. There isn't a short term end in sight. It's
just the way the kookie crumbles.
Securities aren't secure. The Tao has collapsed. Whatever got you
through the night was slumber. Eyes are wide shut, as Kubrick
intimated, including our 2001 special odyssey. Trances are deepening
at the same time as they are being shredded. The pain starts in
earnest before year end.
Ignorance is the problem, not the solution. Guess what has always been
bought and sold? Now the market of existence itself is in the
crucible. Who are we and what are we to who........
The ignorance that is most difficult to see is projection. If you
don't face what drives you from behind toward what you seek, you will
End Times your way to the tightening of posthaste screws. This is what
I mean by Down and In. Hey, we've got shit, we ain't starving, but
loss is loss is loss and there's no where to go but In, as the
Projections come Down.
Remember: As your house of mirrors crashes, it's just bad luck for the
mirrors. You are fine. But I suspect no one is actually feeling fine
these days, or anywhere close to it. Unless they're sailing down denial.
In has always been the refuge. In is simply Out, dimensionally
shifted. You go in and then out, refreshingly, the old in and out. As
the maya colander drains, refuge doesn't happen. The In has eroded as
much as the Out. You hit the wall and wail, either way. This is why it
is sooooo difficult now. No refuge.
What is revealed is the refuse. What was refused to us, and what we
dumped into the refuse. That garbage is back. If you haven't faced it
and composted it, your shit will hit your fantail. The big dinosaurs
and greedilators are getting their assets kicked. The big crocs in the
hole are the last to go. It'll take years, but it is well on its way.
Wait til next year. Oy!
How's your body doing? This kind of re/disintegration takes its toll.
Knots knots, who's there? As hard as it is, hang in. It is an
unwinding. There's nothing wrong with you. There's conditioned knots
that cause suffering. They can't be healed. They can be faced. Dump
the magic. Unfurl your flagged emotions. Otherwise, that stuff will
kickback at you in your bod. We're all facing our dark matters and
dark energies. As the Universe churns......
Please please please be kind to your self. Don't tolerate unkindness.
Slow and ungo. Your time is of your essence, let it be so.
Now for other sundries......
The Typewriter Wizard died. I like these quirky stories. Life is
myriad, n'est pas? I certainly feel like an anachronism and I know
many of you do, too. Tis nice to be recognized.
Let me suggest that you diddle with your muse. As Rome burns, you can
fiddle. Create in spite of it all. There's plenty of time to lose, but
so much of you. The slave game trumps amusing ourselves deeply.
Whistle while you play. Otherwise, they blow the whistle on you and
you're back on the chain gang.
If you're house bound, and you like flowers and plants, here's a walk
on the wild side for you: Tiptoe through the Tulipifera. Their little
spirits shine, just like the photo of your beloved. When I wrote of my
Pan adventure some missives ago, I got a lovely email from a 90 plus
year old woman who was a fond friend of Pan, but who can't get out to
her garden anymore. This links for you dear heart.
I'd like to move to Flora, Oregon. It's a ghost town in the northeast
corner of the state. It's Grande Ronde River territory, near Hell's
Canyon, Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce country. I'd like to revive
Flora. Not the town per se. Plants are very much unheralded. People
don't listen to them or appreciate them. I'd love to remedy that.
It looks like I'm not going to be having grand adventures, so I'll let
one of my many fantasies out of the bag. For several years I've wanted
to present to Terri and Bindi Irwin and their team, the idea that
plants are sexy and oh so important. It's really unexplored. I'd call
it PlantIt Adventures or something corny. I could be host, passionate
and wacky layman exploring plants, mundane and exotic. Perhaps along
the mad lines of Isabella Rossellini's insects is best video.
It'd be an ongoing series. Pan could co-host. Parting the petals can
be a real pistil. Check out this lovely GreenMan site.
My friend George McNamara co-translated the English version of Marko
Pogacnik's Nature Spirits & Elemental Beings.
Here's George's site. George was an important member of Findhorn for
many years and a dear steward of Epsom Commons. He hosted me in Epsom,
Surrey in 2004, the same trip that got me to present at Newbold House,
which is adjunct to Findhorn. On that trip, I also got to thank Eileen
Caddy in person for her channeling of the plant devas all those years ago.
If folks don't notice and love plants, all the fuzzy animals and their
domains are doomed. Plants are quiet and unassuming. They don't get
the press, in America at least. The British Commonwealthers are really
wonderful with plants, really really wonderful. One of the things I
love and appreciate the most about them.
My botanical Hogwarts wizard instructor was Warren H. Wagner. He was
my botany professor at University of Michigan, an amazing charismatic
intelligence. It was in his class that I saw Welwitschia and knew that
I would go visit it in Namibia some day. Wagner's middle name is the
same as mine: Herb. I smoked more than I studied them in those days,
but I was forever changed by being introduced to botany.
Later, I was blessed to be with botanists and forest service
luminaries of the old school in Moscow, Idaho. I was taken to precious
locales where the faeries reign. I just saw that Steven J. Brunsfeld,
a botany professor friend of the University of Idaho, died two years
ago. He and his family took me to their botanical bosom. They'd carry
their little kids all day through bog and bower while pointing out all
these amazing plants when we'd go out on a Native Plant Society
adventure. I'd keep him awake to the wee hours around the campfire
picking his brain about plant evolution and the big picture. I'm so
sorry he's passed. A fine and green man.
For all of you greenful plantalicious precious ones out there, a big
hug and my deepest appreciation.
Mark Herbert Krueger
mark@in2light.com
310.717.3671
http://www.in2light.com/
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