Hey everyone some news

I haven’t been on much in the past week but I see there has been a lot of activity, so much input on so many posts that I thought I’d address everything here.

I’ve started reading this excellent book called The Fourth Turning by William Strauss and Neil Howe. I highly recommend it. It is about how our philosophies of time have shaped our beliefs and vice versa – more importantly it looks at the cycles of time over generations as human history has a natural cycle. They are historians but their theories eerily overlap with what happens to be a Uranus cycle in astrology. They agree with me that generation X starts in 1961 – I’d put the cusp at 1958 because Pluto shifted to Virgo then but it’s pretty close. In 1961 both Uranus and Pluto had moved into Virgo and then held close as they moved into Libra before diverging. They put the generation line up to 1981 this is a bit later then I would place it but it makes sense for a cusp.

I have begun editing the novel I posted here eons ago. Rereading it I realized that I had invented the iPad in the book in 1999 eleven years before it came out – that was weird I called it an e-notebook – had to change that to tablet. So many things in that book are freakishly prescient. It finally seems like the time is right to have birth it so I’m on it.

The alien thing is really a major obsession right now. And I too have noticed tremendous synchronicities. Sounds like I’m not the only one. So many it’s getting very strange especially regarding the book and alien/UFO related stuff. The first thing I thought when the Malaysian airliner disappeared was The Bermuda Triangle x 10. How unbelievably eerie that a jet with 239 people – most if not all having cell phones (basically tracking devices on them) a black box that sends out a signal for more than 30 days, not to mention radar and hundreds of satellites – how could it just disappear? I wondered if it collided with a UFO. UFO’s are known to disrupt electronics and if it hit an object going as fast as something like that it would probably just vaporize the airplane. It’s so crazy. I don’t get the feeling any answers will be forthcoming. I feel for all of those families and of course the people on board.

My intuition that things are still tenuous on a number of fronts was confirmed by the book I’m reading. It was written in 1997 and the authors predicted the fourth turning – a time of reaping or historical winter was to fall shortly after the turn of the century until around 2020-2025. After that a new cycle is supposed to occur.

On that note their was a meeting in congress about climate change – the democrats brought it up. They are trying to bring some heat to the issue but the republicans are trying to squash their efforts.

I had a dream the other night that I was looking down this empty abandoned road and there was a goofy elephant – oversized even for an elephant. It was wearing clothing, a hat as well I think, and it was stuck between two buildings. No one but me noticed. It was far away and I remember thinking it was a symbolic representation of the Republican Party. They are stuck.

I wish we had two viable parties but we have only the lesser of two parties – one in the pocket of the greediest capitalists and the other in the pocket of more benign capitalists – both relatively powerless as our government has had a seething infestation of secret interests and back room deals going on since the onset of the industrial revolution. It’s the disease that I fear is bringing us to our knees and will eventually have to be cured through restructuring, collapse or revolution – neither of the two later answers do I want to see. Restructuring seems the most palatable but also seems the least likely because it would require our government to have insight, self-regulation and the ability to stand up to the almighty dollar which it doesn’t appear capable of.

I will read more of your comments over the next few days.

And some good news my migraines are much better right now. I really don’t know why. In general moving away from Los Angeles helped. I think pollution and lots of allergens were heavy contributors. I am slowly taking myself off all the medicines I was put on by neurologists. I sometimes wonder if my neurological stuff is related to being psychically overwhelmed and perhaps some other weirder stuff I won’t go into. It could be partially related to my blocking some memories which have been surfacing the past 6 months and they have to do with UFOs and strange phenomena I have experienced. Thanks to all of you who have shown concern about this issue. I had some heavy transits that really should have killed me so it’s not surprising that I got very ill. I feel like that is lifting now. My health is the most vulnerable thing about me. I have always had problems in that area since I was a very small child. While I wouldn’t wish that crap on another soul I feel it is part of my journey. We all have to contend with the darkness and for each of us it manifests differently.

Many blessings,
Denise

Many blessings to all

Some Encouragment

I want to encourage people to take place in the dream journal and post your dreams. I was reading through them and many of them seemed like premonitions. Here’s how I can tell if I am having a premonitory dream or a psychological dream.

Signs of a premonitory dream:

Everything is hyper real.

It is in full color, often colors one can not see with the naked eye.

There is often (for me) a presence standing next to me that I can not see but who narrates the events and fills in the missing pieces through telepathic communication with me.

I will often be in a mundane dream and be pulled out of it and put into one of these hyper real (or as one of the readers here described it, HD style) dreams.

Psychological dreams:

They are often fragmented and have emotions heavily tied to them. Anxiety dreams about being chased, or hurting someone or doing something shameful examples of this are: losing a tooth dreams, back to school nightmares, having to take a test and being unprepared, being chased, dreams of death or dying, hospital dreams, hopefully you can see the trend here.

They are often either colorless, black and white or the color is not memorable. The dreams are often not that memorable either.

Dreams that repeat. If you have a dream over and over again, chances are very good its psychological and not a premonition. The reason it repeats is because you aren’t getting the message. If you spend the time to try to figure it out, the dream should go away. Usually, repetitive dreams are more common in children – so if your kid keeps having the same dream, try to listen to them and figure out what the symbols mean to him/her and also what emotions are at play, then have a talk with your child about your interpretation and let them help you figure it out. After that fix the problem as best you can and help the child deal with his/her feelings about the deeper anxiety that is causing the dream.

Hope this helps and encourages you to participate in the universal dream journal experiment here on my blog.

Also I’d like to reprint something that Buddha Dreamer wrote in a comment and also answer a question about UVB rays while I’m in the blogging mode:

Hullo Denise, You remember my previous post, where I spoke about the global crisis, etc, and its effects. First class detective work on this one, auto-immune diseases are becoming an epidemic.
Not only that, let me tell you a secret. A prominent environmental journalist I know in uk went to greenland, a couple of years back. He was horrified to be told that the population has almost completely stopped producing boy babies, only girls, and that the men have fertility problems.

This is because the weather system of th vast swirling vortex of the weather factory around the poles, concentrates all the environmental pollution in the northen hemisphere there. So they are the first to get what will be a wide spread collapse of trh male birth rate.

Male fertility in western industrial countries has also dropped 40% in 30 years. what a disaster. You will see this spread, slowly southwards, as things get worse. We have gone beyond one of the so-called tipping points, on this one
Scientists can see no way out
at the moment.
Regards
Buddha Dreamer

I did hear a report on NPR that exactly about this subject and it freaked me out! I didn’t remember the exact statistics and it was several years ago. I’d nearly forgotten about it. But yes, I’d heard that male fertility rates were dropping. I’m glad Buddha Dreamer brought it up because it is another bizarre effect of climate change/environmental contamination that I’d forgotten.

And to answer a reader who asked how to protect from UVB rays: Just check the sunscreen you buy. In the past several years most manufacturers have added an agent that blocks UVB rays as well, but not all. And I believe (but I’m not 100% sure about this) the rating of sunscreen protection is based only on the UVA blockage so I suppose doing some research on whatever sunscreen product you buy would be in order as well.

Best wishes – keep praying, it’s helping,

Many blessings,

Denise

H1N1…

The promised conversation with the guides about H1N1.

OK, there’s a lot to be afraid of on both sides if we are to believe everything. So I spent some time meditating and using a pendulum for answers.

I asked, “Will there be a big giant epidemic of H1Ni?” and got the answer — NO

“Will there be complications from the flu shot?” —  YES

“Will people die from the flu shot” — YES

“Will there be other complications from the flu shot” — YES

“Is this a drug company scheme to make money?” — YES

“Will a large number of children die from the H1N1 virus?” — NO

“Will this flu be in the normal middle range of most flus for deaths and complications?” — YES

“Will squalene be added now to the vaccine?” — YES

“Will this vaccine be responsible for new cases of Gion Beret Syndrome?” — YES

“Is there thimerosal in the vaccine” — YES

“Were the free doses of the H1N1 flu vaccine, given to the poor in Los Angeles and other parts of the country, a way of testing the vaccine?” YES

“Will people get hepatitis from this flu vaccine?” — YES

“Will people get AIDS from this flu vaccine?” — NO

These questions were compiled by me from those asked by you all. I hope this helps people to make as an informed of a decision as they can. Do your research. There’s a lot out there. My husband has been busy reading up on it last night and sent me some links that I have yet to open. I will put them up in the next post.

Please follow your own intuition. I’m sure for some people the vaccine is the right decision for you, but for the vast majority it may not be advantageous according to the spiritual information I’ve gotten. However every person is different and their chemistry, tolerance and needs are different. You must do what feels right for you. If you have a terrible feeling about this vaccine, avoid it. If you feel you really need it, go with your own intuition.

I must say I had sort of the feeling about the H1N1 virus that I had about the Avian flu which was not much energy at all, no more than a normal flu, perhaps even less. But I had to be sure through meditation that this wasn’t just wishful thinking. As a parent I’ve been very concerned about this and wanted to make sure about my clarity on the subject.

The prayer page is going up today. So please take a look at it and help pray for those who need help.
Best wishes to all you kind, good people,

Denise

Michael Jackson, Farah Fawcett & the Coverage & Fame

As Grace mentioned the connection between Michael Jackson and Karen Carpenter immediately came to my mind at the time of his death as well. I have a feeling that the real killer here was his anorexia, the drugs just made it worse.

Interestingly, the coverage of both Fawcett and Jackson’s deaths have been very odd, in my opinion. Very few of those who gave statements in the death of Jackson seemed very real, instead they focused on his career and their connection to it. Quincy Jones made sure to give the number of records sold and which records he worked on before saying he felt like he lost his “brother.” I don’t know about you, but that’s not the first thing I think about when I have tender thoughts of family members. Most of the celebrity “grief stricken statements” seemed more of an opportunity to show off their accomplishments and boil down the whole of Jackson’s life as if he were a cartoon. It’s no wonder one of the lawyers who represented him during the case against him for child molestation described Jackson as “one of the loneliest people,” he’d ever met. The only celebrity statements that seemed remotely like normal human reactions were Lisa Marie Presley, Brook Shields and Elizabeth Taylor’s.

I have to admit that I am cringing through most of the coverage of his death which seems to vacillate between extreme hyperbole (Ann Courie saying there might not be any MTV without Jackson) and turning him into a convenient way for certain celebrities to plug their own talents and importance. To say it is crass is a far too great of an understatement and the fact that the media (which itself seems to have gone the direction of placing its own head so far up its own butt that it hasn’t seen daylight in 20 years) is fanning the flames of this hyperbolic narcissistic feeding frenzy, at least hear in NPD central, Los Angeles.

And the sad documentary (which is made only that much more sad by Farrah Fawcett’s death) also seems a strange macabre ego massage. While I feel very sad for anyone who has health troubles, it seems an odd way to gain celebrity status, which has been happening as of late, some woman in GB did her death as a reality show, another dude the same, and then it seemed, in an effort to rekindle her celebrity, Fawcett allowed the documentary to be made. I’m not sure what is sicker people watching these other people suffer during the last moments of their life or the desire to be watched while walking through death’s door.

For some reason (being under the weather with nothing else on TV) I found myself watching part of the Fawcett documentary which was an odd mix or sadness, beauty (Fawcett’s journal writing about her experience was engaging and poetic) and twistedly narcissistic. She insisted on going home after having major surgery back from Europe to the US despite doctors’ warnings which I found oddly arrogant. After facing a deadly disease, going to another country for expert help, and one can only imagine facing your mortality squarely, she did the unexpected, she ignored their advice in characteristic stubborn star fashion. the normal comforting blanket of celebrity became a strange disconnect from reality, a retreat into her specialness which she paid the price for on the flight back as the doctors had warned.

It’s odd that we’ve now had a 96 hour news black out because two celebrities have died. One more infamous in recent years than famous, the others most memorable moment in the past fifteen years a bizarre seemingly drug addled interview on Letterman with “art” made by her naked body, published in Playboy when she was 50 years old, well past the expiration date on the public’s appetite for her nudity. She then came home after the expert doctors she’d gone all the way to Germany for who told her not to fly home early, which she did anyway (a typical sort of celebrity knows best sort of attitude which I’ve seen a lot here in LA) to her apartment with a giant Andy Warhol portrait of herself in the living room. She claimed to desire her privacy and was angry about people finding out about her health problems – so why the documentary detailing the nitty gritty of it? The answer to this seems to be a pathological need for attention, which appears to be the bane of the famous/infamous’ existance. Farrah’s diary entries, written and read by her in the documentary were very well written and moving, revealed a lot about the sheltered and privileged life she led when she wrote an entry about never having gone through any real sort of health problem and how she wanted her life back. While she did count her many bliessings she also infered her specialness was given by God instead of understanding that her life, as all lives have lessons and one can not rise above being human to be anything other than as special as anyone else. She seemed to lack the insight of her connection to the whole of humanity and there was a constant feeling the reason for the documentary was an indignance with her own mortality, that somehow fame which had made a goddess out of her, could not give her the one thing that a real Goddess would have, immortality. She seemed to be beffudled by the idea that she was human and had an odd percpective that her facing death was somehow anything more than what we all share. We all die. We all have pain. We all suffer. There is no escaping this, yet there seemed to be a part of her that came through that actually thought she would somehow escape the inevitbale almost as if she had never considered it until she was staring it down. And although she seemed mildly humbled when she was feeling her worst as soon as she got good news she abandoned her inner quest back to her throne. It was very odd.

I live in Los Angeles and at this point I’m not sure if this sick fascination with the “famous” is a function of the bizarre and twisted culture of Hollywood that is warping my greater view of American culture or whether American culture truly has become a tabloid, insanely obsessed, strangely narcissistic fish bowl.

As a way to escape the onslaught of Jacskson and Fawcett endless non-news stream, we turned on Bill Maher. Ironically, he actually did talk about Michael Jackson with Billy Bob Thornton, however when that interview was done MJ would still have been alive. But what struck me like another hammer over the head was the first interview with Cameron Diaz promoting her new movie, where she plays a mother who has a second child to save her first one from cancer (she needed a donor match). Interestingly, Diaz revealed a lot about the strange curse disguised as a gift, known to us commoners as “celebrity.” In her comment she mentioned that people (the public) expect her (or any celebrity) to stay the same as when the public “fell in love” with them. That said celebrity, in her case was when she was 22, which she used as an example.  She then went on to talk rather candidly with Maher about her feelings about marriage and children which she said she understood (only and purely) as a biological need to procreate. Seriously, that’s what she thought marriage and family was about. And she said she didn’t believe anyone who got married thought they would actually stay married and anyone who married held onto the security blanket of a possible divorce down the road.

Wow, I thought, she sounds like a 22 year old girl who was very immature for her age.

In a strange way she harkens back to the ancient archetype of the virgin (not what the virgin became but what it was initially which was a woman who had no need of family or men and was considered complete onto herself – she represented the girlhood phase of femininty just as say the bacholor or Peter Pan represents eternal boyhood. However virgins were dedicated to the Goddess and spent their lives in service to the spiritual path of the maiden).

But back to the point I was making about Diaz’s understanding of, let’s be honest, love. Bill Maher also suffers from the same affliction as she, an inability to really connect with others and have true empathy. You may wonder how I jumped to such a conclusion based on the interview and her rather shallow portrayals on film. Well, I’ll break it down. Firstly, there is partial truth to the need for procreation and for most people this is how they leave their mark on the world through their family. However more important than that basic primal desire is what is masked underneath that desire, and that desire is the desire to be one with another living being – to find connection. Sexuality in most ancient cultures was actually seen as a way to connect with the divine through feeling the oneness and the living spirit of God/Goddess in your partner. Sure, now sex has been turned in on itself to control people with, turning their most primal and spiritual desires into something to be disgusted and embarassed about so the 3rd party religious institution can rid a person of their sin and make them holy again through disconnecting them to the very source of the spirit of the Creator. It is through sexuality that we become divine/co-creators or potential co-creators (at least in a physical/symbolic way)  in the ever expanding universe.

It was interesting to see Maher and Diaz, two sides of the same coin, sitting across the table from one another, each wearing a different mask but unknowingly of the same distorted viewpoint. Diaz representing what she said were the many “opportunities” she had been presented with unlike her parents and Maher, who I suspect never got past some twisted Freudian relationship with his mother, both so empty and insecure and afraid to be vulnerable to anyone, preferring to stay frozen in time and in control at all costs. I say this because one of the greatest gifts of romantic love is being out of control, losing your mind and then seeing yourself through the mirror of your partner who challenges you to be a better human being, not neccessarily richer, or a bigger star, but a more evolved soul, something most of Hollywood is completey unconcerned about. It’s interesting here as an aside to note, that the card representing the film/TV industry is the Devil card in the tarot. I had been told this by several readers and then put it to the test only to find it was true. When reflecting on why this would be I realized that the grueling work schedules and focus on material things and status are the greatest fixation for the vast majority of people who participate in the industry. There is a one-upmanship unprecidented in any other field and a vaccous need to be the most famous of the famous, which of course is born of great insecurity, shame and narcissism (which by defination is a shame disorder but that’s another aside).

I’ve seen (because again I lived in LA for a very long time and you can infere what you want…) a pattern among celebrities or people who attain a level of fame. The best metaphor I could come up with was imagine that these individuals are flowers in a field and plucked and pressed in a book, dried to perfection and kept forever in this state. Their life stays frozen. Their spiritual growth frozen, because no one will confront them anymore for fear of their status (by being friends/lovers or whatever of the famous person) will be lost by a blow off. Even the most evolved souls who truly seek out ways to improve their spirits suffer under the weight of being plucked and pressed, losing their roots and being isolated, stared at, admired from a far for appearance only, and being under a constant microscope.

Fame is a killer, like heroine it is addictive and intensly destructive yet most Americans suffer under the delusion that it’s something to be desired and like a magic potion will solve all of their trouble if only they could be rich and famous like the celebrities they adore.  So many people that go into the performing arts do it for the sake of fame and believe the lie that life will be fixed on the other side. A belief I’m sure Kurt Cobain had as so may other rock stars before him, only to find that wherever you run there you are, and being famous doesn’t change you, you  just have a thousand eyes watching every move you make, judging, reporting and admiring, heightening the insecurity and shame felt pre-fame. I’m quite sure this is why so many celebrities (especially musicians who carve their own path and whose success is more dependant on their ambition than actors whose fates are more at the whim of circumstance) die horrible premature deaths, hooked on drugs, unable to enjoy a decent salad due to body dismorphia, completely alone because no one is willing to be honest (although most celebrities would just rid themselves of anyone honest so that’s a self-created problem) and confused, taken advantage of, but hey, they get to live in houses so big they probably only use one percent of the space they own, and wear clothing that costs more than some people’s homes. Seems like a fair trade.

I want to say here that I don’t believe in romanticizing people after death. Perhaps because I know the souls of all individuals proceed and are eternal, I don’t feel there is any use in lying. When Nixon died he became Saint Nixon, Reagan an Angel. We learn nothing from the lives of those we have had the privelage to watch if we do so dishonestly. I am not criticizing these individuals. I am criticizing the disturbing way our culture fixates on certain individuals to the point of their destruction. I truly feel pity for those who spend their lives chasing fame, fortune, and status. It all too often leads to a lonely life spent chasing a phantom carrot. For the souls who have crossed over, all of them, not just those whom we have seen on TV, may their spirits be guided to the light as peace and love consume them.

Many blessings,

Denise