Invisible Covid Tendrils Persist

March 27, 2025

Three days ago, a sudden, flooding reminder of the mass mind control fear virus that gripped the global population five years ago: one of my young housemates, who was beginning to get a sore throat, texted the two of us, from behind her closed bedroom door, that she had “tested positive for covid.”

Oh gawd . . . here we go again. I could feel the remnant tendrils of fear suckers swirling around me, trying to dig inside me . . . meanwhile, knowing full well that both my wonderful young female housemates were, of course, thoroughly indoctrinated into the mass mindset of our times.

Okay. Now what?

Oddly enough, the very day before I had wondered about her, asking myself, “how long before she gets sick?” due to her diet that mainly consisted of leftovers from the restaurant where she works, usually heavy on white flour and sugar . . . “Oh well, she’s young. She can probably get away with it,” I thought, and and tossed off my concern.

And now, the very next day, sick! With the deep state cover of “covid”!

So of course, she was concerned lest we “get” covid from her, and wanted to stay in her room except for using the bathroom and kitchen, which she would only do when neither of us was nearby. She asked if I had a mask. I did, having never used it, and gave it to her.

I also offered to give her some Ivermectin but, terrified — no surprise to me — she declined. This, despite my entreaties to just try it, it heals all sorts of dis-eases!

Okay. Here we go.

We settled in to this new reality, with my other housemate spending as much time as possible out of the house, or using the kitchen only when she knew her sick housemate wouldn’t be there — like early yesterday morning, when I noticed she had opened a bottle of firewater that she had purchased, and was beginning to consume it. Good.

I repeated to her what I have said often before, that what I call my chai tea elixir, a new batch of which I replenish with filtered water and reheat all day long, has been the mainstay of my immunity support since late 2019, when, not knowing why, I went to our local coop and picked out the bulk ingredients that would become my special tea. Not knowing then that each one had either antibacterial or antiviral capacities. That I would be drinking five cups of fresh made batches of this tea daily for the next five years — and onward! And, BTW, not getting sick despite numerous folks around me doing so. And BTW: I’m sure I’ve been shedded on all this time too, since they’ve all taken the vax. But whatever! My 82-year-old immune system is apparently well fortified.

Then, two day later, the roommate who was sick, started to say “it’s just a cold.” I, of course, was glad to hear this, as I had given her a little rundown on the “covid tests,” and how when covid was big time, flu was nonexistent. What?

So, that day she was in the kitchen by herself, and masked, I asked her how her boyfriend was doing (they had met for a few minutes on the screened in porch for the first two days, both times masked, and the second time he had one of those really fortified, pointy nosed masks on). She hesitated, before saying, “Oh, he’s okay.” Sensing her new responsiveness, I noticed myself taking the opportunity to explain to her my deeper attitude towards “viruses.” To wit:

I see each of us as in charge of our own immune system, so that we don’t have to “get” whatever is going around. I see the real danger that we all face is to give into fear. That the invisible fear virus is much more dangerous than any supposed biological virus. That, in fact, way back during the early covid days, I remember being highly aware of how the atmosphere was literally flooded with fear, and that this fear was making people anxious, so that their bodies tensed up, and the stress rendered their bodies became susceptible to infection!

Fear: False Evidence Appearing Real.

“I like that!” she exclaimed. I then went on to explain how decades ago, I had become aware that there are really only two emotions, Fear and Love. That “hate” is simply fear projected, so that we “hate” the one we fear. Fear and Love. Contraction and Expansion.

Stay in Love and the world opens.

She got it.

I’m glad.

Yesterday she felt great, took a long walk in the morning, and went back to work at 3 PM, albeit masked, just to make sure.

If you want to absorb Jeffrey Tucker’s reflections on how the arts are still being flummoxed by the covid con, check this out:

The Post-Lockdown Disorientation in the Arts

 

ASTROLOGY of 2025: What’s coming right up!

March 26, 2025

2025 will be a year in which those of us survive it will look back on in awe. Sheer awe. Here are three attempts to actually linguistically describe the great unknown that we are about to burst into. Of course it’s impossible to capture the new with the old, and it may be that this year is so momentous that we will have to invent new words, phrases, word constructions, and so on, to even begin to put it into words that will help us capture even a semblance of meaning. (I notice that Clif High has been doing that for awhile now. No wonder!)

Laura Bruno weighs in on some of the portentous near-future collective shifts.

New Moon in Aries and Solar Eclipse + Neptune enters Aries ~ March 29-30, 2025

Keep in mind that each description and prediction that any real person makes (AI included, since ultimately what any AI has access to was compiled by real persons) is colored by that person’s perspective, attitude, personality, soul purpose, etc. There is no “objectivity,” unless you are the all-seeing eye. And even the all-seeing eye is part and parcel of what it sees! Interconnected subjectivity radiating from the centers of an infinite number of individual sovereign souls . . . A very Arian concept, as Neptune initiates each of our brand new beginnings!

Here’s another one:

Astrodienst Newsletter April 2025

 

And another one, with a bit more focus on historical context.

The Astrology Of 2025 – Saturn And Neptune In Aries, Uranus In Gemini

One conscious 82-year-old’s advice to herself:

Get, and strive to remain,

over and over again,

through walking

yoga/chikung/taichi

your embodied soul

in continuous awareness,

 CENTERED.

BREATHING!

  LAUGHING.