The Last Word on the Election

I had a ghostly visit ironically on All Souls Day – November 1st. I don’t usually have these sort of visits. And they had sort of died down – no pun intended there. I can tune into spirits when asked, but it was never my thing. And it wasn’t until about 6 months before I got pregnant that I started seeing ghosts just pop in without any reaching out on my part or being in a haunted house, etc.

It started at the Grove (of all places) a busy outdoor mall in Hollywood that my deceased father appeared next to me. I was sitting down waiting for my husband who was shopping inside (talk about role reversal) and just relaxing. All of a sudden I felt someone pull up the chair next to me. When I turned to see who it was – there was no one there, but I felt my father’s presence and he materialized. We had a nice conversation and he continued to follow me around for several years. He died when I was ten and I’d never been contacted by him before so it was really a major surprise to say the least. I asked why he was there (turns out he was there to deliver my kid from the other side and warn me that I might die but that’s another story).

So back to my main story; the ghosts were around for the year before my kid and a couple of years after. It had been a while since I had an unexpected visit. But to my surprise I was listening to NPR and all the back and forth about how tight the election was – how it might take weeks to get a count, etc. And I just was thinking to myself I didn’t believe it at all.

I got out of my car and saw my aunt. Actually an old conservative Republican in life but now a much happier, more relaxed spirit. She was laughing and told me that indeed I was going to turn out to be right. And the part of the statement I had heard that “Obama is going to win the election but it’s going to be a real nail bitter even though it shouldn’t be,” the part about “it shouldn’t be,” always confounded me a bit. Did they mean that Romney was such a lesser man, or it wasn’t in Romney’s fate or that shenanigans were going to make the race tighter than it actually was? I really couldn’t tell and since that statement I had been trying to decode it. I finally came to the understanding that it was all of the above and to this my Aunt affirmed as did her mother (my grandmother) whom I had never met in life. They were both giddy and excited about all of it and some other things that they were vague about that seemed to be related to me and my family, but anyway – just VOTE and remember you count. And WE the PEOPLE will win this time.

Our next goal will making sure it stays that way. I guarantee you Obama’s win will push the zealots on the right to even greater extremes and after exploiting all the racism – next will come the intense misogyny and attacks on women’s rights. However the women of this nation will not go quietly into the night. I am starting to believe that the discovery of Eris will be about this very thing – feminist revolutions due to the attempts of those in power who will continue to try to control and take women’s rights away. Problem will be for them – we won’t go quietly into the night and if anything this very issue could be the impetus for the next wave of revolutions – guerilla style. I will save all the visions I’ve been having about this subject for after the election.

ERIS is here and she isn’t going away.

For now we will enjoy our victory – those who want a level playing field and democracy for all.

But always remember how fragile our democracy has become and how easily corrupted. It has only been because of the work of some decent people in government that we don’t live in a theocratic plutocracy (BTW Romney would pretty much cement that path having been a BISHOP in his church and a solid Plutocrat.) It will be vitally important now more than ever that PEOPLE really be INFORMED and know history, educate themselves and stay active in politics or we will be conceding our nation to the corrupt and all that has been positive about our legacy will be seen through the dirty glasses of a very dark history.

Best to all and to all a great voting day!

Denise

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The Last Word on the Election

Premonition about Hurricane’s in New York

Here is a science fiction book that I published for a while on this site. I took it down because a publishing company is interested in putting it out. It needs some editing but it has won several small literary prizes. I wrote it back in 1999. It took a few years of editing and rebuilding the middle section to make it work the way I wanted it to. However the vision I had of New York being hit by a hurricane is in it. In actuality the entire novel came from visions I had of the future. I have taken an excerpt from the novel and am publishing it here. In the book the only two cities still left (in terms of major cities functioning as such) are New York and Washington, D.C. The main character Psyche and her boyfriend Ira live in Washington D.C. she is unknowingly working on a secret black op project for the government through a private company. Her discovery of this comes after this part of the book. It takes place approximately 30 years in the future:

I scooped Chi up and sat next to Ira to watch the news.

“New York City has been devastated by this unforeseen monster. Shouldn’t the NWFS have warned of this killer hurricane?” the anchorman and actor, Bill Surnow, queried. Shaky video footage from surveillance cameras around the city ran behind him. Buildings swayed from high winds and water suddenly crashed through the streets, the camera went blue. “More after we take a break,” a disembodied voice said.

I grabbed the cordless phone and dialed my mother, simultaneously asking Ira, “What’s going on?”

“Didn’t anyone tell you?”

I shook my head. “There’s a busy signal.”

“Yeah, I’ve been trying all day. They say the lines are down from North Carolina to Maine.”

I dialed my mother’s cell and waited as it endlessly rang.

Ira’s voice cracked. “I’ve already tried that number, too.”

The heroic New York, having survived terrorist attacks, plagues, and earthquakes, was now being washed to sea. The images were gruesome and horrifying. I couldn’t stop thinking about my mother’s short white hair. Her hunched feeble body and the familiar smell of her sandalwood oil, drowning.

The fear mom had to have experienced, seeing the ocean pitched like a tray of water – the sound of breaking bricks and mortar splintering, and glass shattering – people screaming.

Mom alone. Trapped in the brownstone.

Warren Street bursting with salt water, busting down the cobbled street, exploding two hundred year old row houses into broken brick walls with rocking chairs and baby’s cribs, sofas and teddy bears pouring out of holes – everything taken by the water — people struggling to grab anything floating by to keep themselves steady in the raging flood. The water infested with rats and trash, the tide crashing hard against each new building it sought to destroy.

My home.

My mother.

I was outside myself.

It wasn’t like me to cry even now the hot tightening in the deep of my throat felt like a far away tunnel. I was frozen. Emotionally paralyzed. “I spoke to her yesterday. She’s all right. Right? She’s okay, isn’t she?”

Ira moved gently across the sparse room and caught my hand in his. Its warmth momentarily penetrating my numbness.

The commercial break ended. A grim Bill Surnow stood at the anchor desk to announce, “Early estimates for Hurricane Xavier are thought to include hundreds of thousands dead and many more missing. One source reported most of Brooklyn and Long Island shore entirely decimated. There is little hope the area will ever recover.”

Bill Surnow cut to a local reporter who was standing in the middle of an ER in Queens. “The hospitals are inundated with the injured. In Manhattan F5 winds cracked and shattered windows, glass chards sharp as daggers hurtled in every direction. The scene more gruesome than words could describe.”

I dialed my mother, Miriam’s home again. Again, no use – Mom’s cell phone message in a feminine dulcet voice, sang “All circuits are busy.”

The University where she worked, recited in an ancient automated voice, “You’re call can not go through. Please hang up and dial again.” I went through lists of friends and relatives, but to no avail.

I bottled up the urge to throw the phone across the room and instead demanded of Ira, “When?”

“Around noon the Weather Service started to see signs of a hurricane gathering…”

“But how?” I asked him.

“The conditions were just right off the coast of North Carolina…”

“But why? Nothing…” I stopped myself because my voice was starting to quiver. It was as if my cranium had cracked like a polar ice cap and it was melting so fast the water was drowning me. I raised my voice at Ira, “It’s impossible.”

Ira, who had arrived at my side to give comfort, retreated. “Take it easy, Psyche everything is going to be OK.” He said this with all the skill and assurance of a man who had never had to utter such words.

“Don’t tell me to take it easy. And it’s not going to be OK. My mother is missing. She’s probably dead and you have no answers. No one has answers.” I grabbed my coat and headed toward the front door. Ira followed me.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to think.”

“You can’t go out, it’s dark and late.”

But I darted past him and left. The storm that had hit New York was coming into town and it was cool and misty out. Ira busted out the front door and ran after me. “It’s dangerous.”

“I need to be by myself.” He tried to grab me, but I shook him off. “Please. Just leave me alone.”

“When will you be back?” He pleaded. He looked concerned and confounded. In eight years I had never raised my voice or shed the smallest tear in front of him.

It was starting to drizzle and I wiped a gathered tear of rain from his cheek and said, “As soon as I can.” A moment later I broke into a run and headed into a dark alley.

I felt a drop of water run down my face and I wasn’t sure if it was me, or the rain. But it didn’t matter. I roamed the streets dotted with city lanterns and sickly trees. The cold moon followed as if mocking my pain with a twisted snarl on her face. The rain halos around the street lamps tainted with memories of Brooklyn – things I tried to hold back but couldn’t – waving good-bye to my mom from the car as she stood on the stoop, never thinking it would be the last time I saw her.

That image I couldn’t shake no matter how long or far I walked.

I hadn’t noticed time slipping by or the pound of my footsteps or the chill or the rain soaking through me until I hit the Potomac and I stared at the obstacle it posed on my quest to loose myself. I had walked at least five miles and I knew I had to get back before Ira started a vain attempt to find me. It felt like the edge of the earth and the edge of time, I was crashing and splintering like a fine piece of porcelain hitting concrete.

And then I saw them. A woman about my age, in her early thirties, holding a small limp girl in her arms and struggling to walk the rain slicked stairs.

Logic told me not to, they could have been afflicted with a plague or a crime may have been taking place, but I ran toward them. Something compelled me. And for the first time I can remember, I discarded logic and apathy.

By the time I got to them the mother was struggling to put her dying child in the car. She was about to lay the girl on the sidewalk to open the door when I took her from the woman’s hands. She looked at me as if I had always been there like some sort of guardian angel. We said nothing. She opened the door and I slid the girl into the backseat. Seconds later the woman was backing out of the driveway, barely getting the driver’s side door fully closed as she sped down the street.

On the way home I wondered about them, whether the mother had gotten the girl to a hospital in time, if the girl would survive. Helping them had for a moment made me feel a little less helpless. And through my personal darkness I treasured that feeling like an heirloom.

Ira was fully dressed and ready to start his search when I let myself in. It looked like he had been crying. The flat screen was a cacophony of devastation behind him.

“If I wasn’t so happy to see you I’d strangle you right now,” he said grabbing me.

“I’m not a child.”

“And what? You didn’t think I’d be worried? Why are you punishing me like this?”

“This isn’t about you, Ira.”

“Yes it is. It’s about you not letting me in. I want to help you, but you make it impossible.”

I nodded. He put his arms around me and held me until I couldn’t be held any longer without breaking down again. “I’m sorry,” I said.

There was a repeat of an earlier news broadcast. It was a press conference with none other then my boss Paul Lamont. I sat down to watch it.

Lamont looked too put together, in a suit that would have cost an average person a year’s wages. He was unnaturally relaxed for the circumstances. “There has been a rush to judgment by the scientific community about the Atlantic’s rise in temperature and global warming. For years I’ve poured over countless studies, reviewed thousands of reports and culled through all the supposed proof. I’ve never found a correlation. The evidence is overwhelming for a natural shift in the Earth’s climate. This has occurred many times before human history. It’s unfortunate that we happen to be living during one of these intense global changes.”

I yelled at the screen, “Fucking asshole! Those studies were done by oil companies – they have no credibility. They’ve been discredited by every independent survey done by the scientific community.”

Paul then took a question from Bill Surnow. “What about the ozone hole?”

Paul responded, “Another natural phenomena caused by radiation emitted during solar storms. We’ve seen evidence of holes before in layers of igneous rock. And it’s been repairing itself over the past forty years.”

“Bullshit,” I said.

Ira cautioned me, “Just hold on a minute,”

Bill Surnow asked his follow up, “Are you suggesting all the horrible tragedies that have occurred over the past forty years, are simply a result of natural earth changes?”

“Absolutely,” Lamont said. He waived away any further questions and left the podium.

Ira sat down beside me. “I saw it this afternoon, but I don’t get why they’re still trying to cover up the global warming thing when it’s been proven countless times.”

I hit the rewind button and replayed Lamont’s speech, freezing a medium shot of him and examining it carefully. “There’s something strange about this. I was taken in to see him this morning at work.”

A curious Ira walked back in. He asked, “You were?”

“Strauch was there, too.”

“The President was at Digibio?”

I continued to stare at the screen trying to determine what exactly was different about Paul Lamont. Was his hair a little longer? I went through the catalogue of images fresh in my mind from the boardroom meeting. Yes. But without a physical picture, I couldn’t be sure. His clothes were obviously different. The suit most patently not something he would wear to work. Of course he must have changed. Then I noted something that confirmed my suspicion.

“This was prerecorded,” I said.

“What makes you think that?”

“When I saw him this morning he had a cut on chin.” I paused the image and zoomed closer, pointing to his chin. “There’s nothing there.”

Ira squinted. “They knew this would happen.”

“Yeah, and they didn’t give us any warning.”

“But why?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I can’t think about it right now.”

 

Think about this when you decide how to vote. Is this the world you want for your children? One in which science is disregarded and we have slick politicians ready to lie to you in order to save only themselves?

Best wishes and good luck,

Denise

 

Chapter 2 – Sleepless Night

(2044, January through June)

 

 

 

Gale force winds and thunder, garbage cans crashing over, objects slamming into walls and fences, and Ira slept through all of it like a kitten cuddling at his mother’s breast – but not me. My mind and heart were on fire.

Chi followed me, meowing for treats. It was cold downstairs. The angry wind forced its way between door and window cracks. I grabbed Ira’s ratty old sweater. The first present I had given him. It was the only thing left from that period of his life, perhaps a small reminder of how far he’d come since the penitentiary. I barely knew him then. We had dated about a year. He told me he worked for an Internet research corporation, a consumer watchdog group that kept an eye on the defense department – it had some crazy name I forcibly forgot.

There was never any question. I was instantly in love and hopelessly naive about human nature. Turned out he was part of a watchdog group of hackers who stole classified information and sold it to reporters for a premium. To him it was noble, the people had a right to know and he had a right to make a living. Really, it was closest to intellectual prostitution although he saw himself as a twenty first century Robyn Hood. He could have been building something great instead of hunting down and exploiting government weakness. But who was I to judge? I knew his heart was good and his intentions were pure. And I loved him. He loved me. So I waited.

We avoided talking about it. And if we had to refer to that period there was a code – words that lessened the pain or importance for both of us. Anything to make it less real than it was. Usually if I referred to it, I said, “When you lived in the country.” He usually said, “During that time.”

When I was hired at Digibio, they ran a background check. Nothing came up in the preliminary. A month later they revoked access to anything but the chlorophyll research lab and the cafeteria. But it didn’t really bother me.

The teakettle was singing. Only one bag of Chamomile left, hopefully it would help put me in a coma. And I could wake tomorrow discovering it had all been just a horrible nightmare.

The lights browned. The drawer had only three emergency candles left from the previous storm, which had ended two weeks prior. It had lasted thirty-five days straight and the power had consistently gone out during peak hours. According to the weatherman another hurricane was due to hit North Carolina. But other than historic value there was nothing left there. Both Carolinas were dead states. Neither state had money for scrims and except for folklore about people surviving off the land in the forest – there wasn’t a soul within a hundred miles of New York or D.C. And now all that was left was D.C. There were reports of a smattering of survivors in Seattle but the numbers were low.

I walked to the sofa and stared out the window, drinking tea. Chi sat on my lap. The rain was fierce and reminded me of New York, in my mother’s old brownstone. There had been a very bad storm when I was ten. We had both woken for different reasons. The thunder and lightening had cast shadows of monsters on the wall scaring me out of the room – while Mom contended with a real beast. She was setting out buckets all over the living room to catch the water oozing out of the fissures and cracks in the ceiling. Later I found out she had been afraid the whole damn roof was going to cave in on us, but at the time she pretended it was a game – a fun thing to do together. She had me searching for bowls, buckets, and hats – until each little fissure was represented by a counterpart on the worn hardwood floor – and when a bucket would fill, she would grab one of the mongrel cups or bowls from my loot while pouring the buckets contents into the kitchen sink and then dutifully replace them.

But even though she presented a calm rational exterior I knew something was very wrong. And I remember admiring her. She was fearless, capable and godlike. Nothing could harm me with her protection. She was able to keep the world away with her brilliant mind and convert anyone in her circle of influence to her point of view.

But that night I saw panic when she didn’t know I was watching. It was complicated seeing it and not wanting to see it. So I chose to believe the buckets were a game, knowing it was a protective lie – a lie affirming her love for me.

The streetlights flickered in the rain. Some UV scrims down the block looked as if a colossal box cutter had sliced them – they flapped in the wind like serpent shaped kites.

D.C. was tolerable. It was cleaner than New York and had a much more reliable and quick acting body pick up service unlike the Corner Hut Drop Off Centers of New York, which were always teeming with mutant flies and reeked of decaying flesh no matter how often the workers cleaned them out. It was an ineffectual system and a health hazard. But you hardly ever saw the dead on the streets like you did here in D.C., even if they didn’t stay long on the walkways you were still confronted with them daily.

Maybe it was a bit healthier here but I preferred New York. It felt more like an old city, with people doing all different sorts of things besides just working for the government or on some government related project. More than anything it was my connection to a personal history I missed – even if New York barely resembled the one of my youth and even if it never snowed anymore and the winters felt like warm fall days from childhood. I knew it. Somewhere under its fading, wilting petals the stem was the same.

And despite the elaborate scrim maze providing the best UV protection in the world (or so we were told by our government) I had preferred shabby New York. If only I could have gotten my mother to move. But that was like asking lead to turn into gold. And even though it got tiresome always wearing a protection suit or carry a UV umbrella or coating my skin with titanium dioxide which made me and my mom break out like hormonal teenagers if we so much as looked at the stuff, she would hear nothing of the virtues of my new city. She desperately loved all that was left of New York.

On the steps of the apartment building across the street a black shape moved. It was big enough to be a person but could have been a box or a piece of furniture left out for trash pick-up which had caught in the gale force wind, but most likely it was one of the infected. A crack of lightening lit the street clearly and I saw the woman. Skeleton Plague. Aptly named for the visual state it left its victims in – their skin and fat tissues were literally cannibalized by their bodies immune system and the results were a horrifying sight – skin turned paper white, taught and veiny, held up by the jagged tent poles of their bones.

The government said Skeleton Plague was communicable, but it was an autoimmune disease. The scientific community was still debating its genesis and treat-ability, but that was it. We knew something was turning white blood cells into cannibalistic machines, whether it was UV-B, UV-A rays or some other solar radiation mixed with pollution we weren’t certain. There was always a new outbreak during solar flares and there had never been any evidence of it being contagious, but people were afraid and the CDC had decided early on it was best to treat it like all the other plagues that had come down the pike and keep its victims quarantined. Those that got it generally spent a lot of time outside and didn’t alter their behavior during solar flare warnings or relied only on the city scrims to protect them. The woman had probably escaped from quarantine in a vein attempt to see her family one last time, but they wouldn’t open the door for her.

In the next crack of lightening I saw her convulsing. She was in the last throws of life. I called the health department and a few minutes later I saw a Hazmat team take her body away. No fanfare, no ceremony. Life reduced to inconvenient garbage. It hadn’t always been like that. I could almost remember a different time. Mom told me crazy stories about her childhood and what seemed like an Edenic period at the turn of the century. I never really believed her until I was in college and studied history.

…..

Blessings to all – our thoughts and prayers are with all of you on the east coast,

Denise

Premonition about Hurricane’s in New York

Agreed

Here’s a post from Buddha Dreamer:

Hullo Denise,
Some thoughts on your recent postings, and what is to come. As you know, I am psychic myself, and get stuff all the time. I have been thinking about the japanese reactor situation. At the moment, it is a crisis, but not a catastrophe, in the sense of millions being killed by nuclear fall-out. In spite of the sensationalism, the existing fallout elevels are going to give some people illness and cancers, but a minute proportion of the population, so far.
The reactors, and I get this psychicly, asre not going to blow. We are in for months of badly handled rescue work, but eventually Fukushima is going to be shut down, and the radiation contained. I think there will be a large “Dead zone” around the Reactor, equal to the present evacuation and fall out zones. Bad for the japanese, but it will be tamed, like Chernobyl was tamed. The rest of us will not be greatly effected.

I also get psychicly that I will live to a very great age, which sounds unlikely, given what is to come, but I get this repeatedly. Also, what kind of World I am in then. Horrible, but fascinating, like a science fiction film of the future. Even more technology, gadgets, etc etc, and permenent political, economic and social crisis. The Global crisis we are now in the first part of, will deepen, rapidly. The impact of peak energy supplies, (no more oil soon) and peak food, plus massive natural disasters, and the urge by the main great powers to seize everything for themselves, will make for a very nasty, blade-runner type society. (see the movie, to see what is coming!). The smaller countries will be integrated into a tight system of interaction/cooperation, and exploitation of their natural resources. Democracy will become a bare sham. Society will split in two, with the massive underclass, and a small elite. (The 400 familes, in Amerika.)
The underclass will rebel, in ways not forseen. The internet is only the beginning of this new world. Like I said: See the movie. Bladerunner. how did they get it sooo right?

I had the same feeling at first that the reactors were not going to blow. And I agree that it feels that the situation in Japan will remain relatively local. However I do feel we are going to see a lot of changes, perhaps even more surprises from the market and more revolutions to come as well as earth changes. We are in period of remarkable transformation. I think this is going to mean over the next 100 years that our population will not continue on the increase but rather on the decrease. Perhaps overpopulation is bringing out the worst in people. The trend toward social Darwinism, letting the poor fend for themselves while giving the richest 1 percent steal even more pie.

Right now I’m most upset with the fate of America and its pull in two directions – capitalism vs. democracy. The two are actually antithetical to one another when taken to their extreme as I will demonstrate. Democracy is a government for the people run by the people – no matter how rich or poor, big or small your state you have an equal voice in the government – your vote counts, your opinion matters and we as individuals self-govern based on our collective consensus.

Capitalism (unchecked and run amok , without regulation, which it is now) thrives entirely on where the money flows. Whoever shows the biggest profits wins, there is no social agenda here except over the years lobbyists and multinational corporations have taken over – I’d say it’s been a long transition but the cementing of the merger of  corporate interests/money/power/wall street and Washington happened during the Nixon administration. I think we had a slow and silent coup – where the wealthiest one percent started to take over Washington through bribes, lobbyists and bullying via economic interests. We now truly have a purely capitalist state that is closer to Fascism in its definition than anything Mussolini was able to achieve during his dark reign.

If we are a Christian nation as so many have made claims (which by the way we are and we’re not – depending on which forefather you are looking at – for example Thomas Payne was very anti-Christian and pro-science as was Thomas Jefferson) then it is not Christian (in any way) to take away medicare, social security or any social programs “entitlements” which by the way people are entitled to because they paid into them. You can’t have a social contract with the people stating it is going to help them out and once people are old and broken down take away the only thing that keeps them from being indigent in some cases. Or be “pro-life” and pro-death penalty and be against helping children who are born into poverty. The whole Tea Bagger thing is an obscenity of the highest order and I believe it will back fire in a violent way as they push people further and further into a corner. Let’s face it the Tea Baggers are just a group of ignorant people who have little to no understanding of the logic of what they are supporting, instead the Tea Bagger funders – the real leaders, not the goons out front are the wealthy one percent. They use fear, jealousy, ignorance, racism and derision as tactics to get petty or isolated people to be lead astray through fear and lies. I feel the core of Tea Baggers don’t really have any clue that they are cutting their nose off to spite their faces, but that’s exactly what they are doing. I think many of them were on the polar opposite side of the debate raging in the 60s when social liberalism won out for the most part – these people were quietly stewing and planning their revenge. Unfortunately, those ignorant middle class and poor Tea Baggers who have allied themselves with this wealthy one percent who is just using them for their financial agenda, will quickly be rewarded by their backers with poverty, scarcity and cruelty.  I think the underlying message of the Tea Bagger movement is if I can’t have it no one else can – sort of the same thing that motivates jealous lovers to kill their ex-partners. They are an intellectual plague upon the earth.

We are quickly becoming a broken nation. So many rejoiced when the Soviet Union came falling to its knees – oh, yeah, capitalism has won! We were in a nuclear check mate now we are in a dangerous world of potential nuclear obliteration which could happen anywhere in the world as long as someone had enough money. We don’t like to think of how unsafe we are but we are in a very precarious place.

I agree with Buddha Dreamer there will be many who live and thrive. I’m not saying it’s the end of the world – but it maybe the end of the world as most have known it. America may very well slip into becoming a place with very few middle-class, a place that only the wealthy and privileged can truly excel in. The rest of us will have to piece meal our lives together, going from one thing to the next, trying to innovate our ways to a better future.

I surely hope the dark side of the American consciousness looses ground. It has always been my observation that there are two Americans – the one we are told about in history class – the proud idealistic one in which we are the good guys and try to do the right things, and the true America which is much more complex and dark – the one in which slavery, indentured servitude, child labor and institutionalized race and sexism have flourished. The America that committed a genocide against the Native Americans, the brutal indentured servitude of the poorest of the poor who took ships to the US in hope of having a better life and of course the disgusting and horrifying practice of slavery which is grotesque and unthinkably barbaric for anyone who would claim their savior to be Jesus Christ who not only preached love if all, but was one of people who themselves had been enslaved.

I don’t know what the answer to our problems are but I’m certain fear, hatred and ignorance are not the pathway out of our troubled world.

Interestingly I noticed that nearly all people in my generation (born between 1957-1971/72) had a split in their lifelines to what amounts to around their 40s-50s. I always wondered why that was I think we are seeing the answer to that right now. The vast majority of us are having to change careers in middle age and rethink our expectations, our way of living and our lifestyles.

I certainly don’t want to scare anyone and wanted to address Buddha Dreamers comment about having a long life. I’ve never been a proponent of the idea that California was going to break off into the ocean, that a comet was going to hit the earth or any one crazy wild event like a pole shift was going to occur and change everything. I believe our world will change on a quickened geological scale, for the earth it will be insanely fast, for us it will be generations. As it has already been.

I always have faith that we are fantastic beings with limitless potential and if we put our minds and hearts together for the greater good we can overcome anything. However we must be willing to do so.

Many blessings,

Denise

Agreed

The Culling…

I want to repost here for everyone to see another message from Buddhadreamer, I happen to agree with everything said in the comment below and believe that as science advances what was once considered metaphysical will become known and like other mysteries be accepted as obvious truths.

I do believe we create our fate and it has been through the decisions made that we are now inevitably going to go through a culling. Perhaps this is part of the natural process and is needed for our evolution. I think this as positive a spin as I can put on it. And I know the human race will survive (in much smaller numbers) this of course will be necessary for the earth to continue to sustain life. My only fear is that the change will be so severe that we might actually get weather  and storms  we have only witnessed on other planets, planets that are inhospitable to life and our children will have to live through very frightening times.

I think it’s interesting to note that during the 60s the Indigo Children started to be born, then later the “Crystal Children.” I do feel that there are many here among us who have special abilities and are highly evolved. Still they are not in the majority but will become a guiding force as the changes occur.

Another interesting  fact is the Flynn effect – from 1947 until 1982 human IQs went up between 20-35% depending on the study done. After 1982 IQs began dropping and stabilizing. Funny how the Pluto in Leo generation was so worried about TV rotting the mind, ironically this was the dominant form of entertainment during this period. Uranus rules TV as well as genius and during the late 50s until the early 70s Uranus and Pluto were conjunct, indicating penetrating, intelligence and psychic ability. Of course you won’t find this in older books written by those in the Me generation as they have decided no one can top their amazing brilliance (it’s that Pluto in egocentric Leo which has led them astray many times. They also pronounced Pluto to be exalted in Leo which I would argue is actually to be the opposite, in its detriment.)

There’s a bit of blank space but scroll down to read Buddhadreamer’s very thoughtful and well stated comment:

Dear Denise,
Buddhadreamer was really moved by your comment. As a scientist, the biggest problem we face is the absolute burn-out among scientists working on climate change. So many are now staring harsh reality in the face, and many are flinching from what they see. Most try to carry on, but the incidence of alcohol abuse, nervous stress and breakdown, relationship breakdown, etc, is very high. So You are not alone. As someone who is also psychic, (since childhood) but who has always had that in the background, while I got on with my science, I have to say I too get nasty visions of the future. Interestingly, as a Buddhist, my beliefs are now being confirmed by quantum physics. Something called quantum entanglement has now been confirmed to stretch not only through space, but also through time.
Future events link to us, as do past events. Everything in the universe is interconnected. So we feel the vibrations of the future, but also, we can change it. Some things, like geophysical (Natural) events, are not changeable. Giant storms, earthquakes, etc, are immutable events.
BUT: The Human races response to these events is changeable.
We can, to some extent, make our own future, by planning for it, and deliberately changing it, by precautionary measures. We are NOT victims of Fate, but the creators of fate, if we can see what is to come, and react to it. The vast climate change and geophysical events that are to come, will, at present, crash our civilization, into ruin. The german writer and intellectual, Guntar Grass, said:
“Of the great cities, nothing shall remain, but the wind that blows through them.”
But that part of the coming crisis that we can control, which is reordering things to ensure that our society, although it will face horrible, terrible things, with perhaps somewhere between a half and three quarters of the World population disappearing as events unflod over the next 50 years, we emerge the other side of the global catastrophe with a core of civilization and knowledge intact, wiser and sadder, but with the possibility to rebuild.

The Global catastrophe is not just climate change, it is geophysical events, (Solar and Cosmic) which will literally shake our civilization to its foundations. But the climate change will last at worst about 300 years, and probably only half that. By the middle of the next century, the climate change will have stopped changing, and things will slowly go back to something better, although strange to our eyes. The geophysical events have happened before, and have happened in the distant past, (We have legends of this, and some ancient chinese, sanskrit, and eygptian records of it. They do pass, within a short period, perhaps a year or two, and things go back to some sort of stability.

All of this means that scientists, and “Seers”, have a duty. We have to warn, to prepare, and to organize. It will literally make a World of difference, if the powers that be are confronted with the truth, from the people. (They know already. The lie about this, as they lie about everything else. I have seen secret scientific papers from as early as 1971, which report secret conferences on what the effects of climate change will be in the future. Expect nothing now but lies from them. They are helpless, in the face of what is to come. )

The key thing is, we need a new, clean, energy supply, to replace the dangerous and fast vanishing fossile fuels we are consuming at ever greater rates. This new energy is possible. (I am not talking here conventional nuclear energy, or so-called green energy ideas like wind turbines. I am speaking of , to give a hint, “A genie in a bottle”. This too, the powers that be have been telling lies about. Without new energy supplies, we will pollute, in our lifetime, the planets fragile ecosystem beyond repair.
As I speak, I have recieved news that the severe drought that has impacted the Amazon rain forest is probably going to kill most of it off, if it lasts another two years. The Amazon is the Worlds air conditioner. If it goes, thats it. The water from the rainforest, (more than is evaporated by the entire south atlantic, each year) comes down on the American midwest, which is the Worlds bread-basket. So we face a food crisis, of deadly proportions, in perhaps a couple of years. (it has already started).

I have made this very long post, as I am one of the rare few who are joined to both the world of science, and the world of spirit. I want people to know what is happening, but that also, we have a hard choivce now: Allow total collapse, or fight to keep the core of it going. It is our ultimate test, as an intelligent race.
Regards
Buddhadreamer the scientist.

The Culling…

Missles, North Korea and Sarah Palin

I was looking for a post I had made about Sarah Palin when she first entered the national specter back in 2008. At the time I deconstructed her chart with very little known about her. I remembered pieces of the chart but not everything. I wanted to re-post it so I actually found something even more interesting a post I had made a year ago in early July 2009. I had a dream about seeing a missile in the sky which had to do with North Korea.

Now here’s the weird part, many of you who don’t live on the west coast might not know that there was a sighting of a missile launch here in LA. I was out in the backyard with my daughter talking to a friend on the east coast when I saw it. At first I wasn’t sure what it was because it was so bizarre looking and it had been a while since I saw a missile launch.

You see I live near a major airport and I’ve lived here for 16 years, so I’ve seen every imaginable contrail, commercial airplane and in fact even military jets. And for 10 years before that I lived near Edwards Airforce base when there was a lot of missile testing going on. In fact they would often do it around sunset or during the worst part of traffic and it was constantly on the news and they openly talked about the fact that what people had seen were missile tests, so I KNOW what a MISSILE looks like and this was VERY DEFINITELY a MISSILE! It went straight up into the air. I could see the thick contrails, the flames shooting out of the bottom. It had been a while but once I saw the contrails and the flames I knew it was absolutely a missile. I thought about North Korea but after the initial alarm I felt I intuited that everything was OK. Of course the government first said there had been a missile launch off the coast toward LA and then they said it was an optical illusion, just contrails being hit in a funny way by the sun. Yeah, and my butt is made of green cheese. Actually that would be more likely.

So I wanted people to check out this super creepy premonition about North Korea, ironically it was made a year ago and it had a reference to Sarah Palin in it which as we now know doesn’t know that South Korea is our actual ally and not North Korea.

https://astrologyandpsychicpredictions.wordpress.com/2009/07/06/creepy-dream-n…ea-sarah-palin/

It was also interesting re-reading the Palin gate story. In which I predicted she wouldn’t finish out her term as governer according to her chart and that she was vindictive. Both turned out to be true. However, she quite rather than was impeached. Looking back at the article I wonder now if it was because something was going to come out and not just because she bailed for the money as Crystal Palin’s baby daddy has publicly mused.

Here’s that article:

https://astrologyandpsychicpredictions.wordpress.com/2008/09/19/sarah-palin-gate/

This was written about Palin in November in 2009 and as it turned out again the Denise who busted her (as you will see in my metaphor) was a woman who worked for the McCain camp and now is a novelist named Nicolle Wallace who wrote busted her in a “fictional” tale called 18 acres and also has now publicly come out and said some not so supportive things but without being rude or vicious, something Palin could not accomplish because the woman has harpie medicine. Wallace was made to publicly take the fall when it came out Palin stole all kinds of Republican funds to buy fancy clothes for herself and her family on the campaign trail. Palin pointed the finger at her and said it had all been her idea which Wallace now admits was just a cover up for McCain’s sake.

OK now here’s some new and good news! This is why I am finally writing. I had a dream last night that there was a recall which I and many other like-minded people were taking place in. We were taking back all the garbage ideas, in this historic and strange recall election. We writing on pieces of paper the lies and the problems our country had and pasting them into these boxes and sending them to congress. I take this to mean there will be a turn toward the left and it will be a powerful back lash against the racists, the homophobes, the evil doers (I love using Bush’s retarded language ironically) and the tea baggers. And I was told, in my dream, Sarah Palin’s political career was over. She didn’t know it yet and perhaps the rest of the country wasn’t sure but her fifteen minutes in the sun were now past due. Not that she wouldn’t be a celebrity of some sort but she would no longer be seen as a viable political anything. She was done. I then heard today from my husband after telling him this very happy dream I’d had a few days ago, that Palin had confused North Korea with being our allay. Now she can twit (because she is one) about how the media has bamboozled her once again but anyone who can’t be bothered to know the most basic of foreign policy issues, like the fact that North Korea has been threatening the US and becoming increasingly more aggressive toward us, like launching missiles which I’m surprised she couldn’t see from her porch in Wasala, is beyond stupid, they have their head so far up their own butt that they can’t see the light of day. She is clearly a nasty, horrible, vindictive narcissistic woman who will be her own undoing.

And now here’s the original post dissecting Sarah Palin’s chart. It was published here on September 20,2008 when she was but a new face. The original post html is here as well in case you don’t believe me due to the freakish accuracy of her personality before much was known about her: https://astrologyandpsychicpredictions.wordpress.com/2008/09/20/sarah-palin-interpreted-who-is-she/
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Here is the chart of someone lacking in compassion. With no water or significant offset by water houses, she is in a word cold. So much emphasis on air and the air houses make her ideas rule her and with it being mostly fixed so are her ideas. She is unbendable, stubborn and fixed.

If you have any hope that she’ll modify her views in the white house then you are sadly mistaken, if anything she will try to convince everyone around her that she’s right. A negative trait of so much Aquarius is the inability to change her viewpoint. Instead she’ll argue her point until she wears down those around her. She won’t shrink from a fight, if anything she thinks she right about everything and will make it her business to change her surroundings to fit her ideas. She may think of them as ideals but without anything to balance her out, she lacks wisdom and combined with the Leo rising has a pomposity and sense of entitlement that rivals the old-fashioned feudal lords of the middle ages.

Partnerships are important to her, without them she couldn’t go very far as we have seen publicly. Her Venus in Aries in the 8th also makes her relationships with women contentious and competitive along with her love relationships which ironically would always have a certain sexual flavor which is why her public relationship with John McCain seems more like a high school boyfriend than a meeting of equal minds.

Neptune is going through her public house (the 7th) giving her a certain glamour and adding to the confusion of who she really is.  Uranus which rules most of the planets in her chart (Uranus rules Aquarius) is nataly in the conservative Virgo conjunct Pluto, meaning she has a need for power. It makes no good aspects to anything, keeping her ungrounded and leaning toward the past. She is a fundamentally insecure person and because of her lack of insight has narcissistic qualities or to go even further the possibility of personality disorder NPD (narcissistic personality disorder).

Mars conjunting her Sun gives her an aggressive public personality (probably also why she likes to shoot defenseless wolves from helicopters.) This  has served her well as Jupiter and Venus are also in Aries, further pushing her into a selfish personality type who has a wanton desire for power.

With Neptune nataly in her fourth in Scorpio, she grew up with a lot of secrets many of them sexual in nature, this is reflected in her own home as evidence by her daughter’s pregnancy which she sought to hide. It also makes a bad aspect to her sun, causing problems for her sense of identity and her public image.

Although she may appear unintelligent she’s more likely a bit of an air head, married to her unbendable ideas, and uniformed in anything she’s not personally interested.

With so much Aquarius she is a rebel, likes to buck the system (evidenced by her involvement in the succession movement of Alaska) but while Aquarians have made some of the best presidents because of their ability to think outside the box, their charts have been balanced by compassion, mutability and the positive qualities of Aquarius — compassion for humanity. In Sarah’s case her rebellion is tied to her sense of personal power, her desire for power, bombasity, a need to be special and a tendency to selfishness. Her inability to respect authority and the law begs the question of whether she should be put in a position to uphold the laws of the land.

She has a difficult time separating her public persona from who she really is and identifies her outer persona as herself which is one of the reasons I see narcissism heavily in her chart.

Adding to her conservative outlook is Saturn (the Great Malefic) conjunct her Sun and Mars. She feels restricted and wants to restrict others as she has trouble differentiating herself from other people, projecting her own needs, ideas and personality dysfunction on her partners and the public at large.

The rumored affair with her husband’s business partner is more than likely not just a rumor. With Pluto going through her 5th in the year 2001 and hitting sensitive points with other things (I won’t get into the astrology) leading up to it. She had opportunity and a need for romance and power in her love relationship. This relationship more than likely went on for awhile, not just a drunken one night type of thing. Pluto going through this house often shakes up a person’s love relationship, ultimately changing it forever — death and rebirth.

As to whether Trig is really hers or not, astrologically speaking there is very strong indication that he is, however because he is hers (in terms of caring for him) these aspects would show the same indication.

Well sorry it’s been so off and on but I’ll try to post again soon. I kind of don’t like to be the barer of bad news so it’s been hard to stay positive and I don’t want people to feel any worse than they have been which is why I’ve laid low. I’ve also been very busy.

Keep up all the good energy – much love and light, and many blessings to all you whose hearts are full of love – may the Great Spirit bless you! Stay true to yourself and your goodness and stand up for what is right, always. They can’t win if we stand up to the evil, greedy and destructive people who are unfortunately in powerful positions all over the world now. Remember the lesson of the Holocaust – when they come for one, they will eventually come for all. You and I will never be part of their club. Even they can’t be true to their own kind as their souls are overrun with greed and selfishness. So let those of us who work in the light stand together against their darkness.

It’s going to work! I’ve had other dreams which indicate we can still win this fight! Love, kindness, compassion and humanness will eventually triumph over  greedy selfishness.

Many blessings,

Denise

Denise

Missles, North Korea and Sarah Palin

9 – 8 – 3 389

Looking up this number there are all kinds of bizarre associations. I have no idea what the heck the fedora project is but when I looked at it, it gave me the creeps. Here’s the link:  http://directory.fedoraproject.org/
Can anyone explain this?

It turns out that 389 is the area code for the county of Peoria, Illinois just 3 hours outside Chicago. I had no idea about this. It also turns out there was a 389 fighter squadron in the mid-west (to protect our country against attack) during WWII – and of course that war was fought over the genocide of the Jews and the attempt of the Nazis to take over the world.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/389th_Fighter_Squadron

My husband found this in the Anne Frank Diary about 389 Jewish men being hauled off and taken to jail. It is apparently repeated over and over again. Here’s a link. The number is highlighted. Bizarre. http://books.google.com/books?id=QF-vOumHocQC&pg=PA123&lpg=PA123&dq=389+jewish&source=bl&ots=08ftej0bgT&sig=AYH5Fv8kAhKAiNY2-vU5ABqVmS8&hl=en&ei=RtvLTLC1PJO2sAPFtImYDg&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1&ved=0CBwQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=389%20jewish&f=false

I hate to say that all of these things confirm my horrible feeling that we are heading toward a time of something very terrible, specifically war. I had been saying I felt like gay people were the new Jews. People’s attacks against gay people have been very upsetting to me. I have no idea why anyone would feel it their business to judge love of any kind. Love is a beautiful thing – always. It is never wrong. It is never bad. It is the glue of this universe and everyone’s right to share without judgment.

Well, I guess also the Jews are still the Jews. I don’t get why people hate the Jews (or gay people). If it weren’t for the Jews there would be no Muslim or Christian faith. It’s very weird to me. I sometimes think it’s a weird anger that we called or rather “God” called us “the chosen people.” Personally, I find that a bit suspicious. All religions and cults think of themselves as the chosen ones – but since it’s in the bible and everything in the bible is supposed to be literally true according to some people, I wonder if its a weird sort of religious jealousy or something because nothing else really makes sense to me. But then again people seem to hate anything or anyone who doesn’t look or believe as they do. Why? We are a planet of children, as one of my psychic friends had said many years ago. I think she might be right in some cases.

However I don’t feel everyone here is a child. I do believe there are there are many enlightened people here right now, many whom didn’t have to come back, but choose to in order to help birth humanity into its next vibrational pattern. Just by being here they change the energy of the whole. I’m quite sure that many or all of those who read this blog are very likely in that category or at least headed in that direction.

Many blessings…

I’ll report more as I get it ASAP.

Denise

9 – 8 – 3 389

The Dream… And All Your Theories…

I read a bunch of posts today after hearing there was another terrorist plot aimed at Chicago through the transport of massive amounts of explosives on a cargo airplane. Luckily, the plot was foiled.

Barry’s post about flight 389 gave me the chills. Perhaps this was a reference to aircraft being involved in the plot. All the ideas were interesting, the prime number theory, the date theory of combining 8+3=11 and then the 9 so another 9-11 sort of terrorist attempt. All of the ideas were very fascinating and made a lot of sense.

I watched some conspiracy theory info about 9-11 and the finding of thermite in the 9-11 dust. Supposedly, it is an accelerate, highly flammable and explosive. It can be added to paint without anyone knowing and then once it dries it works as an explosive. Despite my gut feeling that we were not directly involved in 9-11 I do believe our government at the time was passively involved and it is possible that this was used in the paint, one of George Bush’s brother was actually managing all the buildings that were destroyed. I don’t think there was a stand down and our government was complescent perhaps even initiated Al Quada to do the deed, but I don’t and never have had the feeling that any of our people or military knowingly were involved in this plot. I believe and know it was Bin Laden, knew that very moment it was him and his organization. Whether GB and his bunch of thugs was in on it, they were at least accessories and opportunistic if nothing more but I don’t believe they actually had anything to do with carrying out the attack directly.

OK, I’m watching Hardball I guess there was a tip from Saudi Arabia that 2 explosive packages were sent toward Jewish Centers in Chicago from Yemen. So they did indeed contain explosive material according to Obama.

Anyway, the big wild cat reference I found information about a man who designed or had a major hand in getting both those buildings built. He was nick-named the name of the cats I had in the dream. I can’t remember what they were now though and would have to go over that post. He died this summer and there was a reference to him being called by the name of a big cat. I had googled the cat name with the names of both those buildings, which is how I originally found out about him.

Anyway, thanks to everyone out there trying to help figure out this dream.

I had another dream, the first part was for me personally the second part was universal. I was told a “Great Storm,” was coming. I had this dream a few nights ago. Frankly, every time I tune into the collective energy I get depressed or literally very ill.

As a result of my feeling that we are dealing with the possibility of a lot of upheaval including the potential of an upcoming revolution – literally. I found a book called “The Fourth Turning.” There are a bunch of websites that give you the basics. It’s very similar to the astrological knowledge of Uranus cycles. These major shifts in Uranus happen about every 20 years which the author notes, of course the author is coming from the position of a historian and not an astrologer. I’m not sure he even knows about the parallels with astrology. My only argument would be some of the divisions are a little off (astrologically by just a couple of years) but the ideas are very fascinating.

We are currently in the fourth turning. Astrologicaly speaking we are going from the Age of Pisces to the Age of Aquarius and of course with change comes resistance, fear and turmoil. Once we get through the worst of it, the Age of Aquarius will be a return to reason and intellectual expansion which is why, perhaps, we are seeing those who are irrational and mindlessly religious push back in such extreme ways – they feel the loss of the herd to the rational mind. Let’s face it these are a small number of nutty extremists who are trying to push the country back to the Dark Ages.

We are in for some very strange times. I’ll report more as I get info. If anyone has questions they want me to try to answer (it may take a while since I’ve been extremely busy lately) contact: happypeopleusa@aol.com or if you want a private reading contact me via that e-mail.

Many blessings to all you good people,

Denise

The Dream… And All Your Theories…