Saturday-Sunday March 23-24, 2024
– Gibbous Moon Phase – step out, take action, breaking away, expression
– Moon in LEO – Void of Course 2:34 AM – 3:42 AM moving to VIRGO
– Best Days (from the Farmer’s Almanac) – March 22nd – 23rd – Mow to Increase Growth, Dig Holes, Kill Plant Pests, Cut Firewood, Wax Floors
– Planting Calendar (from the Farmer’s Almanac) – March 19th – 23rd – A most barren period, best for killing plant pests or doing chores around the farm.
– Sabian Symbol for the Solar-Lunar Year: – 01 ARIES: “a woman has risen out of the ocean, a seal is embracing her”
– Aspect of the Aeon Sophia: (Wisdom): – Kali – The Destroyer
– Aspect of the Aeon Thelete: (Will/Desire): Seth, God of the North
– Sabian Symbol for the Solar-Lunar Month – New Moon in Pisces SUN/MOON – 21 PISCES: a little white lamb, a child, and a Chinese servant (EARTH – 21 VIRGO: a girls’ basketball team )
SUN –
04 ARIES: two lovers strolling through a secluded walk
05 ARIES: a triangle with wings
EARTH –
04 LIBRA: a group of young people sit in spiritual communion around a campfire
05 LIBRA: a man teaching the true inner knowledge of the new world to his students
More about Water Day
I posted very late last night about World Water Day yesterday and did not have the chance to comment about it. This is such and amazing and momentous observance that I would not want anyone to miss it.
I am sorry I did not remember it either. In fact, it had not even noticed the fanfare on the lamestream news until about 11:30, after Sports and Weather. They followed it up Saturday with a longer clip of the same “starving” children
They announced it then with some heartwarming footage of young African children crowded around a newly dug well giving them the water of life. Money for the well provided by UN charities. You have to wonder if they gave these children a whole hour off of work in the Lithium mines near their village in order to put on traditional African robes and beg for water.
It reminds me of that other African Virtue Signal event called Band Aid, where British Pop Stars got together to sing a song and raise money for the famine in Ethiopia in 1984. If you have forgotten it, I cannot imagine how. You can hear it each year starting in November when Christmas music starts playing. Here are some of the lyrics:
There’s a world outside your window
And it’s a world of dread and fearWhere the only water flowing
Is the bitter sting of tears
And the Christmas bells that ring
There are the clanging chimes of doomWell tonight thank God it’s them instead of you
And there won’t be snow in Africa this Christmas time
The greatest gift they’ll get this year is lifeWhere nothing ever grows
No rain nor rivers flowDo they know it’s Christmas time at all?
Band Aid
Ask yourself the question a couple times. Do they know its Christmas? Do they know its Christmas?
The answer is (and was) NO. They are Muslims and do not celebrate it. They did not care that it was Christmas. And frankly, not much of it mattered. The totalitarian junta government let most of the supplies sent to the poor starving children rot on the docks or confiscated it for their own use.
The famine and drought were bad. The suffering and starvation was more the result of civil war. No amount of do-gooders help, from Band Aid to USA for Africa to the UN or UNESCO or any of the others could help them. Until of course, when the climate pattern changed that they got rain and flooding again.
Helping people in politically volatile locations is a whole lot more complicated than it should be. African aid in the 80’s showed this in the extreme. The ironic part was that no matter how bad it got, the mainstream would never point the finger at the actual problem. Warring factions and a government happy to see the people die as most of them were on the opposite side politically.
All of it stirred up by the emotions of a bunch of kids whose only interest in it was that their favorite musicians sang a song about it. And after spending money on the cassette (my sister bought it), forgot about the whole thing.
Take a look at our present situation in Haiti. What was it that Trump referred to Haiti as? Shithole countries? Yes that was it. Unstable government. Elites looting the natural resources. Marxist revolutionary factions fanning unrest. People starving. And no real answer to the problems at hand . . . like staying alive and fed. Do you see Pop stars singing songs for Haiti???
The theory of the United Nations would be to have an organization to help in these cases. The fact of it is that the UN are a toothless gathering of elites (WHO, WEF, CFR, The Trilateral Commission, The Bilderburgs) that have no authority to do anything. In the end, they operate as a globalist thinktank. The siphon money from the richest of nations to study and come up with solutions for the same rich countries to pay for. Without the authority to enact it. But all of the “influence” to push it.
Which brings us back to World Water Day. I challenge everyone to look at all the websites that come up when you search for it. All of them are International organizations dedicated to . . . raising money and gathering donations to . . . promote “good” water policies dreamed up by themselves.
Enough of the globalist BS
I came across this story (on Facebook). No idea if it is true, but it made me smile.
In 2006 a high school English teacher asked students to write a famous author and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut was the only one to respond – and his response is magnificent:
In 2006 a high school English teacher asked students to write a famous author and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut was the only one to respond – and his response is magnificent:
“Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:
I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.
What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.
Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.
Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?
Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash receptacals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.
God bless you all!”
Kurt Vonnegut
Of the many reasons it made me smile was more personal. You see, my daughter Leslie was given this same assignment when she was in school – sometime before 2006, but I am pretty sure it was after 2000. She chose to write to Ann Rice. I was a fan and was in the midst of reading either the Vampire or the witch books. She did not tell me about it.
She wrote from her heart that I was a fan and she wanted to know more about Ann Rice’s work. We received a pretty cool response. It was from the publisher, thanking her for the letter. She sent an autographed card and a picture. Not a direct personal response, but at least a response.
As for the Kurt Vonnegut, it reminded me of a song called The Class of 99. It was produced by Baz Luhrmann. It was often denied that it was actually a speech written by Kurt Vonnegut. It sounded like him.
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ’99
Wear sunscreenIf I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it
A long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists
Whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
Than my own meandering experience, I will dispense this advice nowEnjoy the power and beauty of your youth, oh, never mind
You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth
Until they’ve faded, but trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back
At photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now
How much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked
You are not as fat as you imagineDon’t worry about the future
Or worry, but know that worrying
Is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing Bubble gum
The real troubles in your life
Are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind
The kind that blindsides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday
Do one thing every day that scares youSaying, don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts
Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yoursFloss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy
Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind
The race is long and in the end, it’s only with yourself
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statementsStretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life
The most interesting people I know
Didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t
Get plenty of calcium
Be kind to your knees
You’ll miss them when they’re goneMaybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t
Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t
Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the ‘Funky Chicken’
On your 75th wedding anniversary
Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much
Or berate yourself either
Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’sEnjoy your body, use it every way you can
Don’t be afraid of it or what other people think of it
It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your own living room
Read the directions even if you don’t follow them
Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel uglyGet to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good
Be nice to your siblings, they’re your best link to your past
And the people most likely to stick with you in the futureUnderstand that friends come and go
But a precious few, who should hold onWork hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle
For as the older you get
The more you need the people you knew when you were young
Live in New York City once but leave before it makes you hard
Live in northern California once but leave before it makes you softTravel
Accept certain inalienable truths
Prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too, will get old
And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young
Prices were reasonable, politicians were noble
And children respected their eldersRespect your elders
Don’t expect anyone else to support you
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse
But you never know when either one might run outDon’t mess too much with your hair
Or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85Be careful whose advice you buy but be patient with those who supply it
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past
From the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts
And recycling it for more than it’s worthBut trust me on the sunscreen
Watch Out for tomorrow. The Moon reached Full at 3:00 AM overnight tonight. And tomorrow if a Holi day!!