My dirty little secret

I'm not big into the sort of thing where someone predicts the future…but I love Rob Brezny's astrological philosophy. He somehow always has the right little thing to say in his Free Will Astrology. I subscribe to his newsletter, and he really is much more than just that. He's sort of a renaissance man of spiritual ideas. He himself says he really only “believes” in astrology about 30%, I think. But what a philosopher he is. Today's newsletter was awesome.

I know he's integrally informed, as he's talked about KW in the past.

Liz

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hmmmmhmmmm, doesn't he look like fun!

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Yar!  I never remember to look up Free Will Astrology, but when you send them to me I quite enjoy them.  I just checked mine for this month; good stuff, as usual:

Libra Horoscope for week of October 23, 2008

“I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.” So wrote Jane Kenyon, translating Russian poet Anna Akhmatova. At this juncture in history, that's a feeling many of us have. Part of the time we're on the verge of freaking out, half-expecting some new calamity to befall the world. Other times we're awash in wonder and awe, catching glimpses of the miraculous flow that's hidden just below the surface of everyday chaos; we're tantalizingly close to understanding that everything is proceeding exactly as it should. In the coming weeks, this excruciating poignancy will peak, especially for you. Regard it as a gift – as a difficult blessing that has the potential to free you of your illusions. 

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Me too, Liz.

He doesn't take anything overseriously, but he's utterly sincere.

Have you read the Televisionary Oracle or Pronoia?
I prefer him in small doses, and I'm not sure what my take on the Televisionary Oracle would be now, but when I read it, around mid-way down the birth canal out of the womb of fundamentalist Green, it was good healthy labor assistance.

I'll check out this week's newsletter. I've fallen out of the habit of reading him…
Thanks.

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I have Pronoia, and I've read much of it. It's sort of like the world's largest newsletter–you can read parts of it at a time. Like it, but I get bored with the weird exercises that nobody will ever do.

I think he's moved beyond green, but is unabashed about his remaining greennesses. (Like my new word?)

And YES, I'd love to have people tell us their weird little secrets here.

Liz

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From the Free Will Astrology Website:

“He's not perfect, and he's not the messiah, but I love him, and I want him to be president.”



Yeah.  :)

“Artist Scott Siedman created this painting of Barack Obama, titled “The Man from Illinois,” as a tribute to this extraordinary candidate. By placing him within the traditional American “heartland” mythologies, he celebrates Obama as a son of the Midwest, linked in metaphor to the land, to books, and to the possibility of connecting to Lincoln's 'angels of our better nature.' Prints are available at scottzart@earthlink.net.”

spiral out,
Arthur

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I've read bits of pronoia and had a great time of it.  I remember in particular some vision of the future where people where underpants made of eaglefeathers.

(donated by eagles of course)

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I just read the newsletter Liz linked to and that's one fabulous essay! I liked it so much I just posted it on my blog, with thanks to Liz.

Here's just a little excerpt of it:



“Lately, I must admit, our work has seemed almost comically impossible. Many of our brothers and sisters believe that everything is upside-down and inside-out. Is war really peace? Is slavery really freedom? Is ignorance strength? How did it all get so insane?

Even many of the smartest among us seem to have lost their vision. Cynicism has become a supreme sign of intelligence. Compulsive skepticism masquerades as perceptiveness. Mean-spirited irony is chic. Beautiful truths are suspect and ugly truths are popular.

At this peculiar turning point in the evolution of our 14-billion-year-old master game, it ain't easy to carry out our mission. We've got to be both wrathful insurrectionaries and exuberant lovers of life. We've got to cultivate cheerful buoyancy even as we resist the temptation to swallow thousands of delusions that have been carefully crafted and seductively packaged by those among us who bravely volunteered to play the role of deceivers.

We have to learn how to stay in a good yet unruly mood as we overthrow the cockeyed mass hallucination that is mistakenly referred to as reality.

Maybe most importantly, we have to be ferociously and single-mindedly dedicated to the cause of beauty and truth and love even as we keep our imaginations wild and hungry and free. We have to be both disciplined and rowdy.

That's especially thorny because of the fact that a genocide of the imagination is raging world-wide. It threatens to render our imaginations numb and inert and passive and tame.

I know you know what I mean.”