WitchSpeak: Full Moon 4:30 am EST
Lunar eclipse 4:30 am EST 11/30/20
Recalibration. Sharp awareness of connections to people, places, and things that go nowhere. Not all epiphanies are groovy. Acceptance. A sense of being unmoored, emotional, discombobulated. Learning equal give and take. If they’re all take, then stop giving. WTF circumstances outside your control. The pressing need to make a decision – to restore order. Let the dust settle, you’ll know what to do by January. Basic, everyday actions help to root and ground. Make your bed, straighten up your living space. Schedule daily walks. Hold on, hang on, you’re coming unhooked in places you’ve denied/avoided. Hard truths. All of this is actually enormously beneficial, triggered by an unconscious desire for something more deeply meaningful becoming conscious. The end of same crap different day. New beginnings beckon and you’re going to face down your oldest and most ingrained fears. Allow for and welcome a change of context.
Frames contain, the old frames break apart. A rush of air, room to move, breathe deep. Practice shape-shifting and shifting shapes. Take up more space not less. Be more visible. Find ways to play, giggle. Trust, show-up, have faith. Be vulnerable. Articulate confusion. Depend on solid friends. Yule Season is upon us. Saying good-bye to the old and hello to the new. Deep and deeper sleep and sweet awakenings. You are the coming new light, a clear filter, free of the old holds, the old hooks. Luck is normal. Talent is a given. Your unique creativity changes everything it touches. And everything it touches changes. There is room for all of us at the rainbow table.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools. Kat x0xx0
Art: Dorothea Tanning
Libra New Moon – Friday 10/16 - 3:31 pm EST
Mercury retrograde – 10/13, 9:05 pm EST
I didn’t sleep at all Sunday night. I had an anxiety attack the likes of which I haven’t had since I was on three different kinds of medication some 30 years ago. I got up, paced, ate grilled cheese, and went back to bed. My brain as Escher drawing danced the screen behind my eyes. The words “old and alone” tilting up and down intersecting never ending stairways, and the old nightmare from childhood, of suffocating, of Satan vacuum packing me, like the butcher at the Safeway vacuum packing chicken legs, edged the corners. Lights on, eyes open, clearly I was not going back to sleep. The tenuousness of sanity, an old theme I haven’t visited in years, poked a claw out from under my bed.
All that is insane is beating the crap out of humanity. Lies and more lies, mixed messages, illusion versus reality and the puppet masters are busy. The energy of the week encourages grandstanding, angry arguments without resolution, and people striking out at each other. Pandemic rage. In some instances, you may feel like you’ve walked into a battle you didn’t even know was going on and you’re the starring bad guy and how the hell did this happen? Snap.
What you want to keep foremost in your mind this week is that you have no control over what other’s think about you, so stick with the people who clearly have your back. Stick with the people who have proven over time to be FOR you: your art, your being, your heart. Stick with the tender hearted, the emotionally honest. Stay away from what I call the grudge based; those who will take whatever you did “wrong” out of your hide for the rest of your life. You are NOT the sacrificial lamb, so get out of the dance. Staying in the dance is not going to give you the results you want. Keep in mind you have no control over what other people think about you. I’m not saying it’s easy, it’s not, and balance even in the season of Libra is hard to come by. The shadow side of Libra is peace at any price and it doesn’t work and it’s not fair and it keeps you in the toxic.
I’m still shaky from Sunday night. It’s going to take some time because I feel like something broke. Something that couldn’t be fixed; something that needed to be broken because it was no longer of benefit to me. I am being told by my friends on the other side that this is happening across the boards – to everyone. It’s a concrete hard belief that’s not real, rooted in a context that is no longer of any value to you, and the result, though painful, confusing, and close to impossible to verbalize, is a type of self-honestly that can’t be bought or taught or thought into being. You’re stepping away from the gilded lily, the illusionary, for true intimacy with self and with others of like mind, heart, and soul. I am told by my friends on the other side that everything that stands between you and treating self humanely is in the process of being burned away. That’s what this week is about, stuff is getting burned away; with or without your say so, it’s happening. In order for humanity to survive, the collective needs conscious, authentic human beings and what the collective needs it will shift to create.
Rest, get outside. Make no plans, go with the day, show up doing what has to be done. Pay attention to your earth connection, to the physical, the feel, the sensuality of body. Do not invest in what man and his kind have created, but in what has been freely given. New Moons are usually about beginnings but this new moon (in Libra) is about release. On Friday, anytime after 3:31 pm, go outside and stand quietly on the earth. Breathe in deep and on the exhale drop a root, Breathe in again, and on the exhale feel all the heavy in your body, fall off your body. Repeat 3X. You might need to take a little nap afterwards.
Your beloved dead are close this week, as are the most ancient of your ancestors. Odd breezes come up out of nowhere, feathers show up on the kitchen counter, pictures fall off ledges, leaves land in your coffee. Lean on your dead, ask for help if you need it. That’s why they’re there - to help. The dead have jobs to do, of love, by love, and for love and you are their favorite person.
“You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.”
Live loud, love fierce and suffer no fools. Kat x0x0x
P.S. Daily ingredients is now Witch Speak
Libra - cardinal sign - masculine - ruled by Venus. Light side: fair judgment, balance, seeing both sides, seeing all sides, social, ambitious, works well in partnership, hard wired for partnership, easy charm, killer smile, argumentative, (disagree anyway) wonderful, explorative lovers(!), great friends, and quite often brilliant artists. To be the recipient of a Libra’s tender affections is to be wrapped in one of the best reasons to be alive.
Shadow side: Pathological self-involvement. A player; both the men and the women and the they. Mental conclusions supersede instinct and intuition. Peace at any price, even when that peace is a whip to the soul. The fact that someone may not understand Libra’s point of view drives them crazy. How could they not understand? Libra knows they see all sides of the story, and is remarkably effective at presenting their case, so how can someone not understand? Obsessive thinking, toxic-hamster-in-the wheel-thinking is the result and can go on for years.
Tarot card for Libra is Justice. Sweet merciful justice. The sword of truth belongs to evolved Libras. Balance belongs to evolved Libras. (as does imbalance) Libra follows detailed Virgo. Libra makes sense of the details and finds the balance. Libra’s do not like the fact that balance isn’t a solid thing; it shifts, it changes. Soul task for Libra is shadow work. What’s been split off? What needs to be reclaimed? What’s the wound and what’s growing out of it? Shadow work is not an intellectual exercise, it’s experiential; explored through feeling, not logic. Logic will get you to the gate, but it won’t take you through.
As ever I do not believe that astrology controls the actions of human beings. I do hold true that there are energetic currents worth paying attention to, that can be worked to your benefit, if that’s your choice.
Mabon is the autumnal equinox. Equal hours of light and equal hours of dark. What could be more Libra, whose symbol is the perfectly balanced scales? Equinoxes for this witch represents the balance of the opposites; the light and shadow. One without the other is useless; everything has right use. As god-awful as it seems, or actually is, there is always right use. The bleeding key is acceptance and surrender. In acceptance and surrender is the ending, the death. Re-birth follows death, all death contains re-birth, but you can’t skip the death part. You have to own how that makes you feel. Dive deep; breathe it, taste it. That’s the feeling you were taught was bad, that’s the feeling you’re judging and why you’re coming up lacking in your own eyes. Stop. If you’re coming up lacking in your own eyes, your judgment is rooted in poison soil. It’s a plot to keep you on your knees and groveling. What’s truly happening is you are coming to understand your humanity. You are on the planet to become humane, to own your humanity. All of it.
The fires in California, the anniversary of 9/11, and then Ruth died. I just lost it. I’m still grieving, and yes there are things I know I can do, actions I know I can take in her honor, but those actions are thematically the same political actions I’ve been taking for the last 30 years and now everything I fought for, laws that were passed to protect the planet and humanity are being destroyed. I am either enraged or curled in on myself like a leech sprinkled with salt. Right use of trauma triggers the search for meaning, for reason. Right use of trauma breaks the perceptual frames through which we see and judge. 2020 has deeply traumatized the individual and the conscious and unconscious collective. Everyday, it seems to get worse. The most effective, healing, and beneficial way I know to work with trauma, from both my own experience and the experience of friends and beloved clients, is through acceptance and surrender. Acceptance and surrender opens the path of right action. Not quite sure why people tend to think that acceptance and surrender are signs of weakness. Nothing could be more powerful because it’s the beginning of walking away. It’s the end of doing the same thing over and over and expecting difference results.
As it’s Libra season, theoretically it’s a great time to find balance. But my darlings the scales are see-sawing in the extreme (like Libra does when trying to make a decision) and balance is not in the cards. You cannot impose order on chaos, the harder you work at shutting down chaos, the stronger it gets. Life force is thick with some pretty ugly insanity right now and your task is to recognize it when you see it and not engage. Look out for same arguments, different day. Take a conscious step back, very Libra, and survey the dog fight. Look East. Call the air, call the angels of the air, call the ancient shining ones of East and air. Call the sylphs. Give over to the all powerful energy of Air. None of us could live without air; none of us could live without what has been freely given. You’re looking for something else, and no you don’t know what it is yet but you’ll know it when you quite literally run into it.
If there was ever a week to practice restraint of pen and tongue, this is it. This week, tend to what’s in front of you, do the best job possible, and nod. A lot. The entire collective (and the individual) is feeling pretty fucking powerless and in the mood for a fight. Hooks will be baited and cast – avoid, avoid, avoid. Rant to those who love you, who intuitively understand that your rant is a tsunami of your most painful feelings and not a conclusion.
You are resilient, you are quite capable of bearing what some say cannot be borne, and if you walk the path of consciousness you know the time for compromise is flat-out over. Maat, the ancient Egyptian Goddess of truth, justice, and cosmic order, is woke. I have been shown that the new world, (individual and collective) will be built on the seven principles of Maat: justice, harmony, balance, order, reciprocity and propriety. We (you) don’t know what that’s going to look like…yet. And getting there won’t be pretty but the love that is taking us there, the ever growing love we feel for one another and the planet, has never been more radiant, more powerful, more connected. We (you) have this one and we’re (you’re) not letting go.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools, Kat
art: still from shahzia sikander video
Energies slow, shift, changing tracks. Pressing need to change bumps hard into Mars retrograde. Nothing feels like its happening fast enough. Virgo season reigns, permeating and penetrating every cell of being. The utter inability to skip the steps of life’s dance. The shadow of Virgo is perfectionism. The light of Virgo is the ability to draw, to cull, to edit. The voices in Virgo’s head are loud and can be quite debilitating = the dance of not being good enough. Threaten or take away a Virgo’s security, that which he/she holds fast to, and it could take 20 – 30 years for her to get over it. It’s easier to bury under than heal, its easier to resent than heal. Healing involves changing the dance of not being good enough. It’s hard, not pretty, and decidedly uncomfortable.
Yet, the Angels of Virgo are the Angels of the Witches, and Vulcan, ancient God of Lightning and fire, is one of Virgo’s rulers and the Hindus consider Virgo and Scorpio the signs of initiation. Changing the dance of not being good enough is the ultimate initiation, an arrow into who and what you are and why you’re here. What’s been accepted as reality has been wiped away by the pandemic, by the fires, by civil unrest, and there’s more coming. A piece of the sacred, of the divine, the heart and soul of earth, lives in each of use. There is something to be said about the law of attraction, but the law of attraction does not have ultimate control, the law of attraction is little more than an ingredient. Planetary energies are also ingredients, they do not control, they do not determine. But, when I body surf I surf with the currents. Capisce?
The critical voice in your head doesn’t belong to you, it’s an interject, a piece of the culture that’s splintered off into psyche and taken up residence in shadow wounds. Human beings, in their genuine truth, not their programming and their defense mechanisms, are absolutely fascinating. Those who question, who love beyond all reason, who create, are smack center in an unforeseen, unexpected wilderness. You are not the easily definable lost. You are not the mime in the phone booth. You are living through changes, the dying, the ugly war between the ideal of mankind and the reality of humanity. As you heal you take a stand for your humanity. The micro (you) reflects the macro (the world.)
Sun wanes and the cool wraps round. Sweet night, all powerful, compassionate night. In dream, you float in the waters of formless, pure potential. Wonder, Ask, Hold the question. You, my darlings, embody all of humanity’s hopes and dreams.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools, Kat x0x0x
Art - Raquel Portnoy
Bent Priestess 9/3/2020
Full Moon in Pisces – 1:22 AM EST 9/2/2020
Weekly Ingredients: Remarkably emotional, insanity producing full moon. Finding freedom. “To dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free.” Dancing does not come easy, the world is blowing up. The center no longer holds and we are slouching towards Bethlehem (Thank you Joan D.)
Meltdowns and more meltdowns. The inability to “people,” today. The overwhelming desire for change; a life changing, lightening strike of a change. Insane dreams. Raging intolerance for what no longer fits: feelings, behaviors, relationships, work. Discouragement. Feelings of what’s the use. Wrap it all in compassion and stop listening to New Agers who tell you to release this, that, and the other, so you can get this, that, or the other. It’s pretty much bullshit. If you can’t release something, it’s because it holds soul value and needs to be transformed. See the not-so-pretty, the suck of you, in the mirror. See without judgment – the heroine’s/the hero’s challenge. Wrap who you see in compassion. Keep the scars, they are marks of beauty, they are marks that you are divinely human and of the tribe of the humane. The ability to bear what happened, the ability to go on. Thriving in a way that cannot and will not be culturally defined. An unknown path, untraveled, unique unto you, hold its secrets close to your heart.
Cycle breakers stepping up to the plate – people actively refusing to pass on hideous lines of overt and covert dysfunction and abuse. Present and ancestral healing. The present is rooted in the past, and the future is rooted in the present. To change the future, look to the past. The challenge? Victimization and abuse cannot be the soil of identity, an integral part of forming identity yes, but not the soil. The soil is the ever evolving answer to – what is humane? That is THE question, to ask and to hold. In the words of Emma Ray Earle: “Any fool knows fighting a liar on a liar’s terms is useless. To win a fight with a liar, you got to cut through the lie with straight up facts and leave it at that. Then, when the liar tries to keep it going, you got to step around ‘em with a smile, committed to done.”
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools my darlings.
Katherine Manaan x0x0x
Art by Richard Bosman
Hello my darlings,
As I write this, the dark moon is edging the day. There is a new moon, Friday August 30th, that’s two new moons in a month and yes, that’s unusual. The last three months have been heavy for my beloved clients and just about everyone I know. There’s been a lot of having to make decisions around what is best for you; ergo confrontation and conflict. Maybe with others, maybe with your own self, maybe both. To hurt or be hurt, that’s been the question. Do I have the courage to live my truth or do I live according to the needs of others? It’s very easy to tell you, to tell myself, to live my truth; however, the reality of living one’s truth is not easy. There’s the desire to smooth over, to gloss, to make excuses in order to skip what you know to be true.
So many times what we know to be true runs completely counter to the way we’re relating to self and others. Generally this is met with, “I don’t want to be judgmental.” But life, my loves, is a judgment call; we weigh the facts, the pros and the cons, and make a decision. The question becomes, “Is this what I want to do? Is this the path I want to take?” New Age thinking, which is simply Panglossian optimism on steroids, will tell you that if it's meant to be, it will be easy. Sometimes change is so easy, it makes you howl with joy. Other times it’s like what-the-fuck is this fresh hell? The point is: change is not always easy, it's not supposed to be, and in the coming month, big changes are upon us. Each of you know in our gut which way to go; it's written on your soul. But if the noise gets so loud you can't hear it and/or you’re needing clarification, then schedule a reading, and we’ll get the heart of what you want more than anything in the world.
Magick is a means of energetically impacting your reality to your benefit, harming none and benefitting all. The summer eclipse season made abundantly clear what you needed to get rid of. The Virgo season, which is now, is about the action of letting go. It’s not even going to be that hard, it’s a gut recognition that this is NOT working for me anymore and you will find yourself easing away. Trickster energy, that’s what this is. Rabbits slip underground and pop up behind the enemy. Roadrunner, simply painted new tunnels to get away from Wiley Coyote. Roadrunner and Wiley Coyote are points at opposite ends of the same line; meaning, they contain the same ingredients. In the next month you’re containing both Road Runner and Wiley Coyote. There is no room for lack of love right now. Be very specific about what you love; this is not some kind of naive-diffuse-airy-fairy-watercolor love. This is Earth love; this is Earthed love. Rooted in the life-giving dark.
The Triple Goddess – Maid (child), Mother (Fertility/responsibility) Crone (wisdom) — is part of the cultural gestalt. Few know of the Triple God – Young Lord (child), Father (protector/warrior), and Sage (widom). The Crone is eternal, ancient spinning wisdom, the Sage comes to wisdom through life experience, traveling the wheel of life. The Sage, the Dark Lord, was buried standing to return when He is called and He is very powerful right now. Man and his kind do not represent what He is, and most women don’t have a clue that He is the defender of the ways of His beloved, the Goddess. Of love, by love, for love. This is not some watercolor utopia; this is a world that you can touch and taste. This is the ground of ever moving, ever shifting, consciousness. Each of you are currently living through your own balancing, which by autumnal solstice will be in play.
So how to work with Roadrunner, Wiley Coyote energies? Play. Yes, that’s the answer, play. One day pretend you’re Wiley Coyote, another day pretend you’re Roadrunner. Do this for as long as it’s fun. When you are clear on the energies of Roadrunner and Wiley Coyote, hold one against the other in your heart. The energies do not mingle, they do not merge, they press hard against the other. Eventually you will feel a give, new space; a sensation for which there are no words. Familiar but fresh and new, awakening in this time time and place, through you. Reborn through you. Your ever evolving, ever growing authenticity, is born through you. That’s how you’ll know who and what to let go of; anything, anyone that weakens, that debilitates your authentic expression of self.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools. Kat x0x0x0x0
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Full Moon Blessings, 11:59 am est in Aquarius. Sturgeon Moon, Red Moon, Green Corn Moon. I’m going with the red. This energy will last for the next three days.. If you can misunderstand something, you probably will. If you can take something personally, you probably will. Don't act out on it. Remarkably painful sensitivity is a result of the sharp cut of needed change; out the cut shadow flies free. Stuck is a distorting lens. Personal responsibility can be a real pain in the ass. The desire to float, to be free without the demands of others. The conscious release of control, the cruise director. The shattering of expectations.
The desires of the collective rooted in a reality that is no longer. You - the micro - reflect the macro - the world. Rage and grief and the insistently stupid = fingernails up the chalkboard. Where is hope? How to break free? A Catholic priest once told me, "Faith is a verb Miss Witch. You have faith, you have no faith, you have faith, you have no faith." “Sounds cyclic to me,” I said, "this thing they call faith." He arched an eyebrow. "Where are you on on hope?" He asked. "Depends on the day," I said. "Sounds cyclic," he said, and his Jesus and my Goddess laughed.
Duality is real, everything contains it's opposite. Owning duality is a stop on the way to living the triplicity of a thing. Opposing colors dance, rearranging, coming together, coming apart, like ink on muslin, expanding into shapes you can't possibly predict. The old frame, the old container cracks. There was never a better time to work with the sacred. Never. To be absolutely willing to change everything, throw all the pieces to the wind. Live free of decisions; they'll come soon enough. Organic, unto you. Fast and easy answers are bullshit. Truth takes time and you'll never have all of it; a bit here, a bit there, attracting the next bit and the next.
Quietly draw your line in the sand and get on with it. You cannot impose order on chaos, you can however work with chaos, create with threads of chaos. Draw the thread. Step outside everything you've been programmed to believe. it's not like you don't know what that is, and when the grief and/or the rage threatens to drag you down, say out loud: not today you fuck, not today.
Remember: Love contains all - beauty, ugly and everything in between. Magick done at this full moon will manifest by Samhain. Begin with Tree of Life and make sure She’s giant redwood strong before the working. Courage my darlings.
Live loud, love fierce and suffer no fools,
Katherine Manaan Bent Priestess x0x0x0
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Friday June 19th 2020 Blessed Solstice – Magick and Ritual
Solar Eclipse 2:41 am June 21st 2020 in Cancer
New Moon 2:41 am June 21st 2020 in Cancer
Summer Solstice June 20th, 2020
I am off to the Mountain Brook tomorrow for Solstice and to gather brook and river water. Have found olde recipes for holy water, Florida water, and Marie Leveau’s peace water. If you can get out into nature on Saturday, do it. Even it’s raining. And if it’s raining, dig bare feet into the mud. Squish. You might even mark your face with mud and collect some in a little jar for winter. Mixing summer solstice dirt with brook water is a great cure for mid-winter blues.
If you’d like to feel the Sun God at the height of his power, wake up before dawn, tomorrow, Saturday the 20th, and take a seat facing east to watch the sunrise. That’s all you have to do. The energy is overwhelming and you will need waffles or pancakes afterwards to ground and center. Lot’s of syrup and maybe some watermelon to top it off. Oh, oh, and fresh orange juice.
For some reason summer solstice brings up all my pain – I open it to sunlight and I feel better afterwards. Scars are forever, reminders, not meant to control.
Solar eclipse is Sunday the 21st. It’s also new moon and it’s all in Cancer. Nurture, healing, hearth and home, love beyond all reason, moodiness, crocodile tears, the mother, deep-deep-deep healing. Eclipses are about release, letting go – I release ____ and ask that it release me. Everything’s retrograde: feel the space between the breaths, the space between the moments. Cut a ring of fire, a solar circle, say there is no tomorrow, there is no yesterday there is only this moment. I release_____ and ask that it release me. You can release more than one than one thing - go for the core of the issue not the symptom. Dance, dance hard, dance up the primal. Your fire, earth fire, draw down heavenly fire. Primal force explodes through what needs to be gone. The cone takes shape, spiraled tight, layered line on line, every muscle in your body has never been so tense, throw your arms up; pop and drop. Know the mystery.
New Moon big, big changes in the structure of hearth and home and love and loving. We are not here to be more spiritual, we are here to learn what it means to be humane. to self, to others. of course the spiritual is part of the process but it is not the alpha and omega. We are living through a redefinition of the alpha and omega. The snake continues to swallow its tail. After eclipse ritual, still in solar circle feel your heart’s desire. Embody, embody, embody. Pick up a stone from the ground, breath your desire into it and throw in the water or off a cliff. Stretch your arms out and ask the angels of the sun to burn away all obstacles, “desire breaks open the gate, if you’re ready it will take you through….” You will feel the angels of the sun in the third eye, it is blinding light, joyous, big; musically big.
We are halfway round the wheel of the year of forced introspection. What is it to create your own aspirations, your own goals, outside of programming, outside of society’s dictates? What is it to be really free? To love beyond all reason and refuse to collude with toxic niceness, toxic compassion, and toxic non-judgment? What is it to commit and connect heart and soul with another for the long haul? You are someone’s courage, you are someone’s muse, you are someone’s reason for getting up in the morning. Love beyond all reason my darlings.
Katherine Manaan x0x0x0
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New moon tomorrow, 5/22/20, 1:39 pm. EST in Gemini. Dark dark moon today, 5/21/20, tides way low. 22 is a master builder number, everything is retrograde, Mercury, Saturn, Venus. An overall desire to have fun, to play, to make light; yet, a serious undertow of the desire to build, to create something new, something extraordinary. Old expectations, old judgments of self loosen like snake skin. Once upon a time I told a friend that I felt like I was beating my head against a wall. So stop, he said, which was mind bending, because it never occurred to me that I could stop beating my head against the wall. I am thinking of the time I told my therapist, Wise Joe, that someone had hurt my feelings. He said, so don't let them. Hand to God, I felt like my head was going to explode.
With this new moon, there is a budding and undeniable awareness that you don't have to stay in futile battles, and you don't have to let others hurt you, over and over. Futile battles are battles that you can’t possibly win. Expecting someone to understand your why, your reasons, can be a futile battle. Letting someone hurt you over and over again is learned behavior. There is nothing natural or organic or noble about it. To break the patterns, hold the question of how, don’t attach to finding an answer, and live happily for the next three months in the process of not knowing. Willingness is involved. Think conception, to conceive, think seed, seeding. Think fun surprises, an unexpected gift, the sweet blossoming.
The Age of Aquarius is in full swing. The Age of Aquarius has nothing to do with peace, love, and hippie beads. This is a gross misrepresentation. Peace, love, and hippie beads are Pisean. Pisces is a water sign. Aquarius is an air sign. The Aquarian Age is about systems; collective systems, organizing systems, detachment, and electricity. The machine. A foundation built on logic and pragmatism. I do not want to see a world built on the foundation of cold, hard, logic. I want a world build on a foundation of love with cold, hard logic as one of the nails.
We live in a world where human beings are on their knees to the economy; an economy created by man for men, while shooting skeet and eating roast duck. (I kid you not) The overwhelming control economics exerts over life and living is a given in all of our lives. For over 40 years, I’ve been told that the solutions to the issues that the planet and humanity face, lie in market driven solutions, which is utter bullshit. Now, I am being told that technology, not the economic markets, can solve the world’s problems. Again, utter bullshit. Technology is every bit as market driven as the current economy and I don’t imagine for one red hot minute it will be used to serve the needs of humanity and the planet. 5G? Seriously? We all live in a microwave machine, a microwave machine, a microwave machine.
Technology is a remarkable tool for connecting and connection, but its real power is in controlling the narrative and influencing the masses. Controlling the masses is the end goal of technology and its leaders. Happy to be a beta, Brave New World, that kind of thing and if you don’t know what that means look it up. Aquarian traits include actively hating being told what to do and rebellion against anyone and anything that restricts them. The response during the Piscean Age was “it’s cool man,” hippie-ish stuff. I’m not saying there wasn’t anger, think anti-war marches but that anger is nothing like the anger we’re going to see in the Aquarian Age. The anger we’re witnessing now, the rage, is violent and it’s going to get worse. Martial law and an increasing totalitarianism will be the result.
Keeping in mind the center no longer holds, people are scared out of their minds and trying to impose the old ways, the old systems, on the resulting chaos. Ergo the mass acceptance of Qanon, the white enraged AK 47 carrier, and little dick militias. The other side of the Aquarian Age, the light side, has to do with a brand new archetype forming: namely life artists. Creators and co-creators dedicated to scraping away the layers of being and uncovering the humane, the intrinsic embodied divine. A new age of enlightenment – humanity and planet first. The life artist recognizes he/she/they are the canvas, and his/her/their life is the paint. The life artist recognizes that his/her/their creations are not static; they are ever moving, evolving. Creation has its seasons.
The life artist understands the power of co-creation, and the intrinsic divine that is the tribe of humanity, together as One, embodied. Becoming each other’s guardian angels. In the midst of all of this, pragmatic idealism, great good humor, right use of judgment will kill off toxic non-judgment. All for one and one for all? No. That’s not happening. The divisions between people will continue to grow. The times they are demanding. Life artists will offer another way to live without broadcasting it. This is not about brands or branding, thank God.
Best of new moon y’all, pour vinegar down the drains and spritz your front door with rosewater. Everything’s retrograde so trying to speed up this, that, and the other thing up is futile. Cinnamon toast calls.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools. Kat x0x0x0
art - remdios varo
Anger is an appropriate response to a boundary violation. The torture and rape of the humane, and all that is humane, is a boundary violation. Inhumane policies are created and supported by elected officials - puppets of the oligarchy. An oligarchy is a small group of people (the 1%) who have control of the United States. The oligarchy stays in power by controlling the narrative. Divisiveness works quite well for them. Divisiveness backed by God, by Jesus, works even better.
Woke up angry re: the evil brilliance and utter effectiveness of controlling the narrative, the toxically non-judgmental, and bad compromises. I was angry over the fact that 98% of the people have no fucking idea how capitalism works, and dickless white boys with big guns now have a say over what opens, what doesn't open, and what stays open. Have very little hope for my beloved country today and its ugly waters i'm surfing. Please don't write me and tell me to vote blue. I've never stopped voting blue, I've been an activist since the 70's, and writing politics for 15 years. The themes remain the same; all rooted in starve the beast, and the beast my darlings is on its knees.
There is nothing mystical about evil. I watch it play out everyday - kids in cages, for profit health care, yet another pipeline, yet another young black man shot for no reason, children trafficked for sex, and the nightmare of 5G. The list goes on. People will do most anything to feel safe; they'll deny what's happening, they'll rise above, they'll get more spiritual so they can live with what no human being should have to live with. They'll collude with the choices the bully (oligarchy) gives them thinking taking the one that offers human beings crumbs from the table is a good compromise. But it's not a good compromise. The lesser of two evils will never be a good compromise because it keeps the bully in power. I am blessed to be around clear-sighted people who fight back.
Resistance takes many forms. Occupy Wall Street, the March after the Parkland Shooting, Moral Mondays in North Carolina. Re-membering the pieces of self splintered off by life - the heart so shattered it may never love or allow itself to be loved again. Continuing to make art and refusing to let anyone or anything destroy your experience of beauty and love and gut busting laughter. Stepping away from the hooks of the idiot's argument. I think the ultimate resistance though, has to do with committing one's life to uncovering what it means to be humane and what it means to act humanely. Refuse to offer your humanity up for sacrifice.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools.
Katherine Manaan - Political Witch
Art - Malak Mattar