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Calz

I know you haven't been in the moon for astrology, but Pluto in Capricorn is going retrograde on the 12th of April.

A lot of planets are in Aries right now and we have new moon in Aries on the 10th of April.

Maybe the more adept cosmologist and astrologer will kindly share some of their knowledge.

Here's a bit I found on Pluto

In the natal chart, Pluto tends to operate even more Plutonian when it is retrograde. It is far more intense, it possesses a higher degree of concentration and it, therefore, gives greater insights into the subconscious. Because of this intensity, the individual can see much more than normally possible and it is easy to become suspicious of the motives of others.

The powers of regeneration are far greater when retrograde. People with a natal retrograde Pluto have a tremendous ability to overcome major illnesses that might otherwise cause permanent disability. Remember, retrograde motion is always directed toward inner activity such as the psyche or psychological patterns that affect the physical body. Direct motion, on the other hand, is directed towards external circumstances.

Under any Pluto transit, we feel pressured to eliminate and release the old, outworn, outdated and obsolete in our lives. When Pluto is transiting retrograde, we are urged to let go of attitudes, thinking or communication patterns, security drives, rigid emotions; a time to undergo an internal form of house cleaning.

It is a good time to research into our own Souls in order to determine exactly what we do or do not need. Because Pluto retrograde imparts an intense power for investigation, we should use this time to assess what reoccurring patterns in our lives make us feel out of control, where and why do we continually give our power away, and under what circumstances do we react so defensively that we elicit attacks from others. Pluto retrograde marks a time wherein we should seek to gain greater control over our personal life; Pluto direct is better for gaining control over professional and financial areas..... Read on for dates of Pluto transits this year. http://www.lynnkoiner.com/astrology-...uto-retrograde

Love


Nora

[Dennis Leahy]

My perceptive pals, take a peek, if you please:

Before we devote any more energy to North Korea and Kim Jung Un:
Mistranslation?:
https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post657923

-and-

A new thread asking your opinion on what strategy the sh!theads that be (thanks, Calz) are using on us:
https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...urious-or-Both

I know there are some extremely perceptive people that hang in the Village, and would love your input.

Dennis

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[araucaria]

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by Paula (here)

(Four points for deleting lots of adjectives. Minus two for my judgement of her judgements.)

You gave me the first chuckle of the day.
Here is one for you:

Just seen this, after writing the post below:

Here’s a thought I woke up to this morning for some obscure reason.

Supposing Nostradamus downloaded, as he says, his prophecies from his crystal ball with someone like Dolores Cannon at the other end, and supposing someone like Dolores Cannon uploaded same from Nostradamus’ own published work, then who wrote the dam’ things?

The conventional answer would be that both were tapping into the Akashic records. The question then becomes: what are the Akashic records records of? Answer: there are no records as such, the Akashic is making it up as it goes along. Which is exactly how I responded to Observer’s holographic model. In the novel I quoted, the one subject experiencing everything is also operating the machine, which is not just a playback device but a recorder as well. Ultimately there is only me pretending/dreaming that I am a We, and the machine is part of that too.

Just now I saw out of the window what looked like a van driving into a neighbour’s back garden (not possible). What had happened was that a van had parked on the other side of my house and its reflection had passed through two sets of double glazing on the way to the neighbour’s. I do not feel the actual van is any more real than its reflection. It is actually a very boring delivery job that has absolutely nothing to do with me. (It could be highly important to the addressee.) What I am experiencing in my own very personal here and now is the entanglement of two images seemingly fifty yards apart. The relative ‘reality’ of the one and the relative ‘unreality’ of the other is something literally ‘neither here nor there’. Both are ultimately unreal, possibly reflections of something more real, and so on in an infinite regress. My only reality is this thought, the realization that I am dreaming and/or dreaming that I am realizing.

War drums beating in the Far East may be a reflection of war drums beating in the Middle East, which may be a reflection of war drums beating in the heavens. They have no more to do with me than the content of my neighbour’s delivery. When I was a kid, we used to have an abbreviation, MYOB, which meant mind your own business!

The world is full of busybodies with big egos

[ulli]

Posted by araucaria (here)
The relative ‘reality’ of the one and the relative ‘unreality’ of the other is something literally ‘neither here nor there’. Both are ultimately unreal, possibly reflections of something more real, and so on in an infinite regress. My only reality is this thought, the realization that I am dreaming and/or dreaming that I am realizing.

War drums beating in the Far East may be a reflection of war drums beating in the Middle East, which may be a reflection of war drums beating in the heavens. They have no more to do with me than the content of my neighbour’s delivery. When I was a kid, we used to have an abbreviation, MYOB, which meant mind your own business!

The world is full of busybodies with big egos

....and right after reading this post I went to another thread, and read this:

Posted by Amzer Zo here:
https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post618377

"And for those who are familiar with Dianetics and Scientology terminology and processing of finding that little thought -- known as a "postulate" -- they had which generated the ensuing circumstances that made that little thought come through as true in their current reality... whether that thought occurred to them when teenagers, 5 years old or 10,000 or 1 billion years ago... same results in the "Here and Now."

So, araucaria, your little thought generated a revival of Amzer Zo's January 2013 musings.
Would he ever find out?

[eaglespirit]

Posted by araucaria (here)
The world is full of busybodies with big egos

...and 'the busybodies' have no room to even squirm in my 'thought' dream vibrating to life in the now in each moment in front of me.

You can 'create' a selfless-quietedego-world of Your Very Own with each 'higher-vibrating' Heartbeat of Love...the 'simplicity' is now strengthened as never before and makes beautiful music of the complexities that must dance to the new beat...
Your Very Own Heartbeat : ) : )

[araucaria]

Posted by ulli (here)
So, araucaria, your little thought generated a revival of Amzer Zo's January 2013 musings.
Would he ever find out?

He could - he may or he may not. The only way to find out is to... do nothing

[ulli]

Posted by araucaria (here)

Posted by ulli (here)
So, araucaria, your little thought generated a revival of Amzer Zo's January 2013 musings.
Would he ever find out?

He could - he may or he may not. The only way to find out is to... do nothing

Do nothing? We could continue to play with thoughts.
Titles like The Silence of the Lambs could become The Silence of the War Drums.


...and I had had another thought, about 20 minutes ago..
it occurred to me to record this morning's birdsong here, and share it with the Villagers...
Just then my husband woke up and said "The birds woke me up".

[araucaria]

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by araucaria (here)

Posted by ulli (here)
So, araucaria, your little thought generated a revival of Amzer Zo's January 2013 musings.
Would he ever find out?

He could - he may or he may not. The only way to find out is to... do nothing

Do nothing? We could continue to play with thoughts.
Titles like The Silence of the Lambs could become The Silence of the War Drums.


...and I had had another thought, about 20 minutes ago..
it occurred to me to record this morning's birdsong here, and share it with the Villagers...
Just then my husband woke up and said "The birds woke me up".

Yes we can carry on thinking, of course, but I meant not to spoil the experiment by telling Amzer Zo. Connecting with my earlier post, the radio has just been playing a piece I have been working on lately, Beethoven’s last piano sonata.

The work is one of the most famous compositions of the composer's "late period" and is widely performed and recorded. The pianist Robert Taub has called it "a work of unmatched drama and transcendence ... the triumph of order over chaos, of optimism over anguish."[4] Alfred Brendel commented of the second movement that "what is to be expressed here is distilled experience" and "perhaps nowhere else in piano literature does mystical experience feel so immediately close at hand".[5]

An amazing thing happens on his way into the cosmic sunset (at 6:30 in the second movement below, although rather tamely in this recording): in a 3rd variation with heavy syncopation he starts channeling a boogie-woogie-type shuffle:

Mitsuko Uchida has remarked that this variation, to a modern ear, has a striking resemblance to cheerful boogie-woogie,[2] and the closeness of it to jazz and ragtime, which were still eighty years into the future at the time, has often been pointed out. Jeremy Denk, for example, describes the second movement using terms like "proto-jazz" and "boogie-woogie".[3]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piano_S...28Beethoven%29

In connection with birdsong:

The final movement, in C major, is a set of variations on a 16-bar theme, with a brief modulating interlude and final coda. The last two are famous for introducing small notes which constantly divide the bar in 36 resp. 27 parts, which is very uncommon. Beethoven eventually introduces a trill which gives the impression of a further step (i.e. dividing each bar into 81 parts), though this is extremely technically difficult without slowing down to half-tempo.

Playing a trill and the melody with the same hand like this is indeed one of the harder things to do but very satisfying when no one is listening.

[ulli]

Posted by araucaria (here)

Yes we can carry on thinking, of course, but I meant not to spoil the experiment by telling Amzer Zo. Connecting with my earlier post, the radio has just been playing a piece I have been working on lately, Beethoven’s last piano sonata.

The work is one of the most famous compositions of the composer's "late period" and is widely performed and recorded. The pianist Robert Taub has called it "a work of unmatched drama and transcendence ... the triumph of order over chaos, of optimism over anguish."[4] Alfred Brendel commented of the second movement that "what is to be expressed here is distilled experience" and "perhaps nowhere else in piano literature does mystical experience feel so immediately close at hand".[5]

An amazing thing happens on his way into the cosmic sunset (at 6:30 in the second movement below, although rather tamely in this recording): in a 3rd variation with heavy syncopation he starts channeling a boogie-woogie-type shuffle:

Mitsuko Uchida has remarked that this variation, to a modern ear, has a striking resemblance to cheerful boogie-woogie,[2] and the closeness of it to jazz and ragtime, which were still eighty years into the future at the time, has often been pointed out. Jeremy Denk, for example, describes the second movement using terms like "proto-jazz" and "boogie-woogie".[3]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piano_S...28Beethoven%29

In connection with birdsong:

The final movement, in C major, is a set of variations on a 16-bar theme, with a brief modulating interlude and final coda. The last two are famous for introducing small notes which constantly divide the bar in 36 resp. 27 parts, which is very uncommon. Beethoven eventually introduces a trill which gives the impression of a further step (i.e. dividing each bar into 81 parts), though this is extremely technically difficult without slowing down to half-tempo.

Playing a trill and the melody with the same hand like this is indeed one of the harder things to do but very satisfying when no one is listening.

and just before I came back to the computer right now, this is what had transpired at my end:

I was in the laundry hanging up clothes, and suddenly had Beethoven's 9th symphony
the choir Ode to Joy in my head...
and even though it is an incredibly popular piece I was still wondering how that got inside my head so loud and clear...

Both my parents were Beethoven fans, and played sonatas on the piano, so I took it as possibly a message from them,
having just before read the Matthew messages on PA, and thinking about communication with the dead.

Right now a squirrel is making a racket on the roof.

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Anyway, here it is
Beethoven's last piano sonata:

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=CIRkBvDCb54

[RunningDeer]

When I was young, I’d hide by the side of my bed and have a good private cry. I had no idea why or when it’d come. At the end, there was the rapid, short breaths, the yawns and a calm that made me sleepy. I’d feel that tickle in the belly. In a dizzied state, I’d look around, repeating, “I’m alive, I’m alive.” Those were the only words to describe it back then. Floating, and I didn’t need to question it.

Through my teenage years and early 20’s, it happened the same way. I’d try to hold the experience by repeating, “I’m alive, I’m alive.” Now, there’s vocabulary and a lot more knowledge about the topic. So, people have a better chance to quicken their perceptions if it’s their inclination or life plan.

For me, it/life is in the body template which is not only on the physical plane. For less than twenty-four hours, couple of months back, I walked around the with a freedom I’ve never experienced. It went beyond understanding that life is a hologram. This ‘I’ was the actor on her life stage that wrote her whole script anyway she wanted. There were no extras in my movie. Only the one’s from my script. That’s all this is/was.

I could only laughed at how could I have ever though that I was this body in this game of life. One realization was: what an absolute...foolish...notion to live life so seriously and with oodles of self-importance. Priceless. Freeing. Lottery Winner.

Drats, I integrated back into the body template. But I have knowledge from the experience; another tool for my power bag. When it gets too heavy I remove all contents and add back only the essentials. I'm a Light Traveler. We all are.

The more awaken, the more will awaken to this manufactured came of “Chutes and Ladders”. Damn! We been tricked, brainwashed, suckered in at every imaginable level. Waky-waky.

Ending of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=mCVdVocHe18

Posted by araucaria (here)

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by Paula (here)

(Four points for deleting lots of adjectives. Minus two for my judgement of her judgements.)

You gave me the first chuckle of the day.
Here is one for you:

Just seen this, after writing the post below:

Here’s a thought I woke up to this morning for some obscure reason.

Supposing Nostradamus downloaded, as he says, his prophecies from his crystal ball with someone like Dolores Cannon at the other end, and supposing someone like Dolores Cannon uploaded same from Nostradamus’ own published work, then who wrote the dam’ things?

The conventional answer would be that both were tapping into the Akashic records. The question then becomes: what are the Akashic records records of? Answer: there are no records as such, the Akashic is making it up as it goes along. Which is exactly how I responded to Observer’s holographic model. In the novel I quoted, the one subject experiencing everything is also operating the machine, which is not just a playback device but a recorder as well. Ultimately there is only me pretending/dreaming that I am a We, and the machine is part of that too.

Just now I saw out of the window what looked like a van driving into a neighbour’s back garden (not possible). What had happened was that a van had parked on the other side of my house and its reflection had passed through two sets of double glazing on the way to the neighbour’s. I do not feel the actual van is any more real than its reflection. It is actually a very boring delivery job that has absolutely nothing to do with me. (It could be highly important to the addressee.) What I am experiencing in my own very personal here and now is the entanglement of two images seemingly fifty yards apart. The relative ‘reality’ of the one and the relative ‘unreality’ of the other is something literally ‘neither here nor there’. Both are ultimately unreal, possibly reflections of something more real, and so on in an infinite regress. My only reality is this thought, the realization that I am dreaming and/or dreaming that I am realizing.

War drums beating in the Far East may be a reflection of war drums beating in the Middle East, which may be a reflection of war drums beating in the heavens. They have no more to do with me than the content of my neighbour’s delivery. When I was a kid, we used to have an abbreviation, MYOB, which meant mind your own business!

The world is full of busybodies with big egos

[RunningDeer]

Posted by ulli (here)
Both my parents were Beethoven fans, and played sonatas on the piano, so I took it as possibly a message from them,
having just before read the Matthew messages on PA, and thinking about communication with the dead.

Thanks, Ulli & Onawah. Matthew link.

[Flash]

Posted by Paula (here)
When I was young, I’d hide by the side of my bed and have a good private cry. I had no idea why or when it’d come. At the end, there was the rapid, short breaths, the yawns and a calm that made me sleepy. I’d feel that tickle in the belly. In a dizzied state, I’d look around, repeating, “I’m alive, I’m alive.” Those were the only words to describe it back then. Floating, and I didn’t need to question it.

Through my teenage years and early 20’s, it happened the same way. I’d try to hold the experience by repeating, “I’m alive, I’m alive.” Now, there’s vocabulary and a lot more knowledge about the topic. So, people have a better chance to quicken their perceptions if it’s their inclination or life plan.

For me, it/life is in the body template which is not only on the physical plane. For less than twenty-four hours, couple of months back, I walked around the with a freedom I’ve never experienced. It went beyond understanding that life is a hologram. This ‘I’ was the actor on her life stage that wrote her whole script anyway she wanted. There were no extras in my movie. Only the one’s from my script. That’s all this is/was.

I could only laughed at how could I have ever though that I was this body in this game of life. One realization was: what an absolute...foolish...notion to live life so seriously and with oodles of self-importance. Priceless. Freeing. Lottery Winner.

Drats, I integrated back into the body template. But I have knowledge from the experience; another tool for my power bag. When it gets too heavy I remove all contents and add back only the essentials. I'm a Light Traveler. We all are.

The more awaken, the more will awaken to this manufactured came of “Chutes and Ladders”. Damn! We been tricked, brainwashed, suckered in at every imaginable level. Waky-waky.

Ending of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=mCVdVocHe18

Posted by araucaria (here)

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by Paula (here)

(Four points for deleting lots of adjectives. Minus two for my judgement of her judgements.)

You gave me the first chuckle of the day.
Here is one for you:

Just seen this, after writing the post below:

Here’s a thought I woke up to this morning for some obscure reason.

Supposing Nostradamus downloaded, as he says, his prophecies from his crystal ball with someone like Dolores Cannon at the other end, and supposing someone like Dolores Cannon uploaded same from Nostradamus’ own published work, then who wrote the dam’ things?

The conventional answer would be that both were tapping into the Akashic records. The question then becomes: what are the Akashic records records of? Answer: there are no records as such, the Akashic is making it up as it goes along. Which is exactly how I responded to Observer’s holographic model. In the novel I quoted, the one subject experiencing everything is also operating the machine, which is not just a playback device but a recorder as well. Ultimately there is only me pretending/dreaming that I am a We, and the machine is part of that too.

Just now I saw out of the window what looked like a van driving into a neighbour’s back garden (not possible). What had happened was that a van had parked on the other side of my house and its reflection had passed through two sets of double glazing on the way to the neighbour’s. I do not feel the actual van is any more real than its reflection. It is actually a very boring delivery job that has absolutely nothing to do with me. (It could be highly important to the addressee.) What I am experiencing in my own very personal here and now is the entanglement of two images seemingly fifty yards apart. The relative ‘reality’ of the one and the relative ‘unreality’ of the other is something literally ‘neither here nor there’. Both are ultimately unreal, possibly reflections of something more real, and so on in an infinite regress. My only reality is this thought, the realization that I am dreaming and/or dreaming that I am realizing.

War drums beating in the Far East may be a reflection of war drums beating in the Middle East, which may be a reflection of war drums beating in the heavens. They have no more to do with me than the content of my neighbour’s delivery. When I was a kid, we used to have an abbreviation, MYOB, which meant mind your own business!

The world is full of busybodies with big egos

It is funny how some stories spell freeing oneself for some, and spell something else for others. The ending of One Flew over the Cuckoosc nest spell freedom for some. For me, it reminds me of a family story. One of my uncle who had been sent to the Seminary to become a priest, being a bright one, and came back to my grand mother's home entirely depressed, silent and withdrawn (from letters found by my dad, he was probably raped in the seminary). My grand mother did not know what to do, she was living far up north, far away from cities. She trusted doctors and was proposed to have him have a stay in the psychiatric hospital in the city.

All she learned months later is that he had broken windows trying to flee away from there, they had caught him back and had lobotomized him. Without the family's permission. When my grand mom learned about it, it was too late. He never came back normal nor could he ever work and ended up his life in a group home. In the fifties, all hospitals in North America were doing stuff like that to patients in mental hospital and the province here was a mecqua for CIA experiments (see Dr Cameroun and the Allan Memorial hospital - now Douglas).

Hard not to believe in conspiracies when it happened in your own family 60 years ago, imagine what may happen now with the high tech.

[RunningDeer]

Posted by Flash (here)

Posted by Paula (here)
Ending of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=mCVdVocHe18

Hard not to believe in conspiracies when it happened in your own family 60 years ago, imagine what may happen now with the high tech.

“One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” was my wake up call before the wake up call movement. Though, it was a while before it took complete effect. I was more focused on the bad guys than the one that got away. Which now for me its the most important part. The only part.

Every time I watch that video, I get tingles from the top of my head right down to the bottoms of my feet. My heart races. If I accomplish nothing else in this lifetime, I am complete. I know there's more. Exciting.

[araucaria]

@Ulli, more entangled thoughts. Last night I prompted the friend I've been sharing my coincidences with to tell this story about his parents. When his mother died, he discovered that hearse that took him and her the 100 miles back to Paris was the same vehicle and the same driver as had taken the two of them on a similar trip on the other side of town when his father died 18 months before.

Edit: Thanks for the Uchida version - better than the one on wiki. My favourite is probably Barenboim.
The boogie-woogie bit starts at 15:56.

[ulli]

Posted by araucaria (here)
@Ulli, more entangled thoughts. Last night I prompted the friend I've been sharing my coincidences with to tell this story about his parents. When his mother died, he discovered that hearse that took him and her the 100 miles back to Paris was the same vehicle and the same driver as had taken the two of them on a similar trip on the other side of town when his father died 18 months before.

Edit: Thanks for the Uchida version - better than the one on wiki. My favourite is probably Barenboim.
The boogie-woogie bit starts at 15:56.

Stories like your friend's abound in my own life.
It's been one jaw-drop after anther for at least 40 years.

Desire for higher consciousness brings it about,
and with higher consciousness comes the life of coincidences,
where totally different rules apply,
which appear to have nothing to do with the so-called normal world.

That's why just talking about higher consciousness is a healthy thing to do,
as it gets the energies to flow in upward spirals.

And talking about coincidences or synchronicities is even healthier, as the energies really come rushing in then.

[CD7]

Interjecting into the here and now...

Been raising eyebrows to poular statements made in our culture..one tht has always rubbed me the wrong way..is " out of chaos comes order"

Let's change statements!

Out of chaos comes order..out of order comes perfection... Awww tht fits better :-)

[ulli]

Posted by Paula (here)

Posted by Flash (here)

Posted by Paula (here)
Ending of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=mCVdVocHe18

Hard not to believe in conspiracies when it happened in your own family 60 years ago, imagine what may happen now with the high tech.

“One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” was my wake up call before the wake up call movement. Though, it was a while before it took complete effect. I was more focused on the bad guys than the one that got away. Which now for me its the most important part. The only part.

Every time I watch that video, I get tingles from the top of my head right down to the bottoms of my feet. My heart races. If I accomplish nothing else in this lifetime, I am complete. I know there's more. Exciting.

One MORE such thing I know about...

The greater prison is the prison of self.

Here is a paragraph from Bahai history and Abdul-Baha's
comments about his 56 year long imprisonment,
which had ended when the Young Turk revolution brought about the release
of all political prisoners of the Ottoman Empire:

"We are glad that you are free," I said.

Again the wonderous smile. "Freedom is not a matter of place. It is a condition. I was thankful for the prison and the lack of liberty was very pleasing to me, for those days were passed in the path of service under the utmost difficulties and trials, bearing fruits and results.

"Unless one accepts dire vicissitudes he will not attain. To me prison is freedom; troubles rest me; incarceration is an open court; death is life and to be despised is honor. Therefore, I was happy all that time in prison. When one is released from the prison of self, that is indeed freedom, for self is the greater prison.

When this release takes place, one can never be imprisoned.
They used to put my feet in stocks so,"
and he put out his feet before him to illustrate and laughed as though it were a joke he enjoyed.

"I would say to the guard 'You cannot imprison me, for here I have light and air and bread and water.
There will come a time when my body will be in the ground and I shall have neither light nor air nor food nor water,
but even then I shall not be imprisoned.'
The afflictions which come to humanity sometimes tend to center the consciousness upon the limitations.
This is a veritable prison. Release comes by making of the will a door through which the confirmations of the spirit come."

[RunningDeer]

Posted by CD7 (here)
Interjecting into the here and now...

Been raising eyebrows to poular statements made in our culture..one tht has always rubbed me the wrong way..is " out of chaos comes order"

Let's change statements!

Out of chaos comes order..out of order comes perfection... Awww tht fits better :-)

What is order? What is perfection? My goal is to rid self of perfection. This choke collar. Perfection means one way. One unattainable, never-quite-reach-it-way. Partly because ‘what is perfection?’ I’m too busy defining. Not life(ing). Not rock skipping over ponds.

Words... there's where most of the problems lie. My wish is that whatever one shares, each takes from it what works towards discovery. Minus the duality.

No reflection on your point of view. I do understand your larger message. I’m pissy. Must go eat protein... Must break free of this duality.

So here, CD7, I’ll put it back: “Out of chaos comes order..out of order comes perfection... Awww that fits better :-)”

Aww that fits, too!