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I tend to only do card readings in person, or on the phone, but only by request, and the usual rates apply. However, after dealing with the relative insanity and inanity in the public eye.
Lest we forget?
I only work with half-truths, innuendo, inference, interference, apocrypha, rumor, and outright lies.
The struggle is real, but the cause? I’m unsure of the science, facts, or actual problems, and much of this has to be fabricated.
Causes, cures, and curses. All in one.
The card, I kept thinking of the “The Fool,” but pulling that card, its companion, “The Magician” came along as well.
Therein is our hope, but this gets worse, first.
the fool
The line between tragedy and comedy? Where does one end, the other begin?
Studying for a summer show, I heard something, about a certain play, and wanted to expand the idea.
Imagine the image of a figure running off a cliff, legs still churning in mid-air, apparently pedaling and paddling forward until the figure looks down. Then gravity takes hold, but not until the figure is aware that there is no support.
In cartoon physics, the law of gravity doesn’t apply until the character realizes that there is no support, then, sometimes, like, ever see the coyote blink before he falls?
In real life, though, same figure running off a cliff then being sucked downward immediately, or almost immediately, depending on angular momentum, right? That quickly becomes a tragedy.
Tragedy then must be immediate, but if there is a clever pause, or an edited pause, or some kind of timing that allows the humor of the situation to develop?
Think this is a big clue on how to deal with Saturn headed into Aquarius.
Previously mentioned, cf. this Aquarius.
Two-Meat Tuesday – Kramer Wetzel
Two-Meat Tuesday: Astrofish.Net/Xenon
My annual, or semi-annual migratory route through Dallas brought up that curiosity question, and I found the answer — quick link (things we see). Full title is longer than the link, Things we see whilst on the road in Texas.
To me, this echoes the Lone Star Cafe in New York, with an iguana for a sign, I think? Never went there, don’t know, not for sure, but the sign was purported artwork and therefore, not a sign. Then came the Tango Frogs, again a sign that was not a sign, and those frogs had a final resting place close to that Milford (TX) thing.
From a cursory search, it’s a Tesla Power Coil for providing electrical current over the airwaves. To me, though, and the mention of the work of Daddy O, the frogs, the iguana, the Cadillacs in Amarillo? The Hula Hut’s Large Mouth Bass?
So I’m making a little leap in logic here, but I would hazard a guess that the “thing” is as much a billboard-type sign as it is technical wonder to zap juice to surrounding communities, as suggested.
I’m an astrologer; I will not mock pseudo-science.
I still think the big tower-looking thing is more a sign than science.
Portable Mercury Retrograde – Kramer Wetzel
Portable Mercury Retrograde: astrofish.net’s Mercury in Retrograde
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Gallows humor. One of my many failings.
The astrology of the times? Previously, and I’ve alluded to this many times, this is much like 1960. While that’s too early for me to recall, I did have one recollection of a missile drill in school, first grade?
Might’ve been a tornado drill, too.
Raised in Texas, we tend to respect Mother Nature’s tempestuous fury.
I didn’t survive drinking Southern Comfort and bad tequila during high school to be taken out by a virus named for a cheap Mexican beer.
It’s a weird one, for sure.
But, astrologically, let’s go and look at the fear from 1960… 1842, 1901, 1961… Patterns and fear-lingering, not that the pandemic is without validity.
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That was a bad Friday the thirteenth?
Two local events cancelled.
We were sitting in a diner-like place, a taco joint, if you will, and I will, great breakfast plates, heaped tall with eggs, peppers, cheese, cheese-like substances, and the pork chop special, before 10:30 AM? Like $3.95.
It’s a good deal. Filling, delicious, nutritious, &c.
In the background, a TV droned on, and while I couldn’t make out the news, it filtered back through, a few moments later, all events that draw more than 250 people were being asked to shut down.
Yeah, I’m OK with that.
As always, my most current information about appearances?
Take note, the big events in — one medium, one big, both “postponed.”
No complaints. I am available by phone — email me to make arrangements.
Think I covered the idea that this year contains not one but two of these. Think I also spit out the quote from a certain Scorpio who is in the know, “Friday the 13th isn’t unlucky — unless you’re a Templar.” She sniggered.
There’s the old blues tune, “If it wasn’t for bad luck wouldn’t have no luck at all…” Tends to be followed by a rift.
My personal best recollection was some mention in the book, Holy Blood, Holy Grail, a source for Dan Brown’s later ouvre with the original source a cornucopia of symbols and arcane images. I had a memory of the image of a skull on crossed thigh bones, chattering away. Then, too, the notion of the slaughter of the Templars, on a certain Friday the 13th.
“Kill them all, let God sort them out.” I can’t do it in Middle French, or Latin, but I would guess French.
The skull and bones got an update, in recent years, as one space pirate — space ghost in the machine — opted for a flag with a skull over crossed lightening bolts. I mocked up my own version as suited my humor at the time. Glowing red eyes in a death head — over crossed lightning bolts.
More recently, as I sink back in old Shakespeare material, there’s always my favorite little lines from the Prince — “Alas, poor Yorick,” and etc.