Confluencing of Allies, to protect water, become like water…
Caroline welcomes Starhawk, who be filing her scouting report, upon returning from the 1000 Grandmothers group in Minnesota, to stop the Line 3 pipeline which is threatening the pristine lakes where wild rice grows and the headwaters of the Mississippi.
So Patreonista back-stage Allies:
As democracy and the planet hang in the balance, tipping point, balance, fulcrum- Kairos moment, where everything that we do, think, feel, say contributes…to which way we tip…
destructive psychosis (let’s not) or
renaissance of Reverent Ingenuity, pragmatic mysticism, humbly cooperating with Nature’s Guiding Trickster genius.. Let’s!
Terry Pratchett re-minds us: “Magic is easy, just find the tipping point – and blow.”
(as Lauren Bacall says to Bogart, “just whistle, you know how to whistle? Just put your lips together and blow.”)
Let’s all blow now…in the Sane Reverence direction…
Mars in watery Cancer opposite Pluto, in Saturn’s realm. – woo-hoo – let’s direct, so that we are agents of principles rather that subject to constraining reality.
Protecting Water….
So many small and large boating accidents as micro and macro tarot cards….
(‘Newsweek: #KarmaIsReal’: Boaters Harass Family With Pride Flag Moments Before Vessel Catches Fire)
Sun trines Saturn, “he who hesitates gets bossed!”
Either we inhale our Saturn., or it gets out-sourced
and we find ourselves in someone else’s movie…
And Sun (radio telepathy) quintiles the Moon in Aries,
at the Comedian degree…
So all Trickster folk hero comedians have our back…
&
Mars quintiles Uranus, so the portals to collaboration with Trickster be wide open.
Mercury retro quincunx Pluto, so we remember the dead….’
and give cultural conversational accessibility to deep deep things, that have been hidden…
Remember when Hercules was destroying the world, the gods sentenced him to the Underworld to learn knitting and weaving…Let’s sentence mob mind to such…
Here be Walt, born today, same day (diff year) as Tulsa Massacre, proffering anti-dote.
Walt Whitman:
“Weave lasting sure, weave day and night the weft, the warp,
incessant weave, tire not, (We know not what the use O life, nor know
the aim, the end, nor really aught we know, But know the work, the need
goes on and shall go on, the death-envelop’d march of peace as well as
war goes on,) For great campaigns of peace the same the wiry threads to
weave, We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.”
–Leaves of Grass
