The Great Trial
We're in the lull before the next magnificent event. The Great Trump Trial. Cecil B. DeMille would be envious.
His favorite politicians can't let him go. He's their reason for breathing. They have no confidence, no spirit, and no love of life. They wander cold in the wilderness. Were they serious about banishing him they would simply ignore him. But that really is an impossible feat. He's their burning light.
Will the Great Donald Trump be found guilty of no one seems to know what? It's too soon to tell. The big trial continues until perhaps the end of time.
The questions remain ........ Who is guilty of what? And where does judgement come from?
posted by jm at 12:22 PM
46 Comments:
Ha! How true. The more he golfs in the Florida sun, seemingly happy, ignoring them and the press, the more crazed they appear.
Guilt really does not need to be found in an impeachment trial to convict. The PR machine pumps more propaganda to win the popular opinion. Meanwhile congress poll numbers plummet to 17% and Trump remains popular.
We'll see but I'm guessing Trump, a lifelong student of SunTzu, will enter with the battle won. Mars in Leo his 12th.
NN return recently in his Tenth house; walking in the direction of his souls purpose. NN transiting Uranus now, shocks and surprises in his quiver?
Trump won't lose any popularity. The sorrow and coldness without him is obvious. And loss of direction.
Great point about entering with the battle won.
I've been watching that NN. I like that about soul's purpose. It's yet to come. I think this break has given people a chance to see clearly and renew their commitment to freedom. The unity will come though not in the way some thought. I sense that his destiny has taken a new more serious and effective turn.
Transiting Uranus is coming to his Midheaven. What a wonderful 10th house he has.
Here we go....trial start....a spectacle for certain.
Hope there are some interesting twists in the plot. The actors are a disagreeable lot.
I'm also hoping for some interesting twists. The actors are exceptionally disagreeable. And untalented. So is the writer, producer, and director.
Interestingly, Saturn is just about on US SN in Aquarius, Uranus is exactly square, all triggering the Leo North. Love, light, and happiness! For sure. The non talents should exit stage left and leave the spotlight to the exceptional.
Oh ja! What a great set up for a novel ending. The script could definitely use your talent.
Not even a show trial....just a show. We need the old hook from vaudeville.
Restin' my bones today. Assembling large storage cabinets and installing them has made everything ache. I love this, my very own gym!
HA! A really personal trainer!
The vaudeville hook!!!! I love it! I love vaudeville.
A really silly tear-jerking melodramatic show. Just what the country adores. Let'em "enjoy" it. It'll probably clear the decks for some constructive action for a second.
I'm taking it as a chance to relax. They're busy for the moment doing no harm. What a bunch of brats.
I totally love assembling furniture. My Aries loves pushing and lifting. Pulling not so much oddly. I'm not fond of large biceps!
We need some popcorn with butter.
Probably too much with pea soup and smorgasbord for dinner.
Ha! ha ! We be two gals with tool belts slingin' electric drills. A modern take on the old westerns.
Never too much popcorn! Or butter!
Funny you should say that. I love the old Western ladies. Watched them last night! They sure could handle guns which is not an easy task. They are our female ancestors and I rejoice. The frontier will make a woman out of you!
I love my drill too!!
I feel like a pustule is bursting with this silly trial. It sure highlights the ludicrosity of Uranus.
We rejoice together in strong frontier women ancestors.
My Saami gran was a different flavor
Ludicrosity, what a great word for this silliness.
At first I was appalled by another impeachment, but this is kind of an exclamation point to years of bizarre behaviors by legislators. People are mostly too busy to notice but this is, well, vaudeville. It might be a first read for some in American constitution. Saturn and Uranus bringing it home.
So glad Stick. We have an uncanny amount in common. I'm always interested in your Saami gran. Was she strong in body? What kind of hair? Eyes? Voice? Tell me anything.
I was upset at first too, but there's no point in that. That includes all of it, since ludicrosity rules the day. I knew Saturn Uranus would oversee this month but it's different from what I expected. Naturally.
I'm not waiting for others to see the light. I'm trusting life as always. Things work out.
The reassuring thing for me is how nothing bad is really happening or they wouldn't be involved in this nonsense. I thank our lucky stars.
Bizarre legislators indeed. I think that's on the verge of adjustment.
Saami gran was small with long silky chestnut colored braids which retained natural color until her death. This is typical of Saami.
Her father, my g-grandfather was one of 5 men who began sled mail in Alaska. The line went from Iditarod to Nome with dog sleds. It's a fascinating part of Alaskan history.
The Saami were brought from Scandinavia with a reindeer herd to set up freight lines into the wilderness.
They crossed the US by rail and landed in Seattle. No one realized that the reindeer would not be able to digest local forage and they all died. Onward to Alaska anyway. Wrangle up some Caribou. The Caribou had other ideas. On the brink of failure enter my G-grandfather a Saami already in US who spoke english.
A herd of reindeer were transported from Siberia with their herders, the Chukchi. My G-grandfather lived in lavuu (like a tee pee) with them for a winter to learn their methods. And a freight line was born. It lasted until the bush planes arrived.
I have beautiful photos of the family. Some are small and dark others are taller with blonde hair - no real mixing.
Two Chukchi girls stayed with my family and were raised with the children.
My great aunt Lil was amazing. She was a grad of University of Washington. When she retired from teaching school she took a mule and hiked the Cascade crest trail from Canada to Alaska. She had light in her eyes. Spunk. A heroine for sure.
My own gran was a gardener and always had busy fingers. She crocheted and tatted constantly.
As a family they were keepers of memories, stories. A very rich heritage.
Eyes...blue, sky blue for us all.
What a talented and enterprising heritage. So very impressive. No wonder you are proud.
Trains (I love them) are such a big part of history. The sound of their whistles in the distance is one of the most beautiful sounds I know. It overwhelms me with pleasure. Every fiber in my body. It evokes longing for distant realms, yet so close. Just thinking about them fills me up. The way trains hug the convolutions of the earth is wonderful.
Aunt Lil. Oh me oh my. Mules are tough to handle! She did that alone?
I'm moved by your G-grandfather's learning the Chuckchi's methods. That's what collectivism really means. What a reminder about the great qualities of our country and it's accommodation of free spirits.
I guess the best we can do is promote the goodness in ourselves and let the rest serve as contrast. Remembering the good is primary.
Yes, Lil did it alone. No one thought anything of it, nor of me going for days alone in the mountains.
I miswrote her journey was Canadian border to Mexican border but I think it ended short as she hit southern California. Too much settlement.
Love trains too. Amtrack. The cross Canada trip in winter is the best!!
Just realized she was our age now. Tough yet feminine.
Different time. Alaska a last frontier.
Now, promoting goodness - yes, you singing with your unique style, listening, bringing people together in public places where they can exchange ideas, what a liberating gift.
Get to WORK!!!!! .... Me????
Hey.
We have been working.
Walking a true path in spite of lack of reward, security, is an act of courage. People who are willing to do this are the pioneers of a new frontier.
The frontier is is perhaps building on what our ancestresses laid down for us. The landscaped has changed.
I'm an Aries. Frontiers are my specialty. To the edge!!
OMG just when you think the day cannot get more strange. Did you see that a woman is suing Gorilla glue because it burnt her scalp when she set it with the glue.
It's worse B just told me she got $13k ina go fund me.
Americans are big spenders. What can you do?
It's the economy. Money makes the world go round. Heaven forbid it should go square. Flat was bad enough.
You were right about France and Macron. They are starting to speak up about freedom.
The efforts to "flatten" our economy aren't going to work. Americans will find a way as always. Some restraint might be good, though. The attempt to strip spirit from the people won't work either.
I watched a documentary about the Scotch Irish in Appalachia. The freedom fight is still in them.
The glue mishap is a funny story of relative ignorance, of thinking by association. It's also the sharing of experiential learning via social media which seems stuck in a hormonal phase of adolescence.
I read that the woman imagined that the Gorilla Glue was like her usual hair product, "Got 2b Glued", which could be washed out at the end of the day.
Then, I read about a man who disbelieved the woman's story. He suspected that she was exaggerating the difficulty of removal. So, he accepted one of the Gorilla Glue Challenges (either to use it for cosmetic purposes in different ways or to show how dangerous it is to use on the human body) that have been going around in social media.
He used Gorilla Glue to attach a plastic cup to his upper lip. He was sure he could easily remove it simply by licking at it! He was a man with a plan. He ended up going to the hospital to get it removed.
Compounding the confusion in consumers' minds, there's a line of haircare called "Moco de Gorila" which features a gorilla and the color orange, similar (perhaps deliberately) to Gorilla Glue's branding.
And, some hairdressers keep Gorilla Glue at work. They use it on the ends of hair extensions, which may lead some customers to think of it as a hair product like Moco de Gorilla.
I'm reminded of a child whose adoptive mother asked him why he was pouring shampoo on his shoulders in the shower. He pointed to the name on the bottle of dandruff shampoo, "Head & Shoulders". His mother decided that it was not the right time to enlighten him about marketing and branding. I said to his mother, "Well, you can rib him about it after he grows up."
He was a undernourished, ADHD child who loved basketball but needed more holistic awareness for successful game play. And he needed years of individualized help to master basic arithmetic reasoning. His mother, a physician who had played basketball on the streets as a child, persistently mentored him in sports, academics and many other aspects of life throughout his early years. She encouraged him and his sister to overcome fears, aim high and try many things. And she advised her children that after they were eighteen years of age, they must be ready to take full responsibility for their own success. By the time he was in a private high school he no longer needed extraordinary help to get onto the dean's list. His mother believed throughout that he was always meant, from before birth, to come to her.
I think the human species, like the child shampooing his shoulders, has much more development ahead, so final judgment must be reserved. It naively begins its journey as The Fool. It may yet turn out to be a masterwork in process.
Simply because of environmental changes, every generation has slightly higher intelligence than the generations before. In the U.S., the average I.Q. is now about 30 points higher than it was in 1900. Though we are all still Fools on a journey, the average American today is smarter than 95 percent of Americans of a century before.
But that's not yet the genetic potential of the species. In one intervention, the general intelligence of prepubescent children was raised by about 23 points on average within several months of exercising their relational reasoning, meaningful pattern recognition, skills. Though such adeptness once seemed to belong to the airy intellectual realms inhabited by the likes of philosophers and symbolic logicians, they are basics in the science and technology that pervades people's lives and is transforming the world.
Compassion is linked to, may be a form of, intelligence. The stereotype of an absent-minded professor is entertaining but we all know well-balanced, successful people such as thoughtful, caring physicians. Somewhere (no doubt there are a range of possibilities) between the Scylla and Charybdis of utopia and dystopia and other dilemmas, intelligence will in the long run steer a navigable course as a vital, evolving attribute of an emergent Aquarian age.
I like the absent minded prof type. Intelligence is OK but absence is a relief sometimes and lets other attributes in.
I've always found physicians to be not too bright.
Hmm, could be your area could use an upgrade in the quality of physicking! I personally have seen a range among physicians, but that is true of many fields of human endeavor.
I would not view openness as exclusive with intelligence, though.
Spontaneity and novelty can be very intelligent. The mother in my anecdote is also an artist, for example, and creative. She encourages her children to truly see, not merely hold ideas about things.
The range of intelligence is true.
Truly see not merely hold ideas? Sounds like sensation vs mental.
Yes, it does, if by "mental" we mean linear thought, the verbal, analytic, sequential processing.
People new to drawing who, when given a photo of a person as reference, can only badly draw two-dimensional outlines and disproportionate shapes, find that they can draw more like artists — with depth, contrast, visual drama, and awareness of relations within the whole — from the same photo after the photo is turned upside-down in their sight. The students are startled to see their drawings suddenly well characterize their unique individual subjects.
The unusual, Uranian, presentation forces them to truly see, and use more of their brains and bodies, instead of filtering awareness through their pre-existing mental concepts, categories, labels and accompanying vaguely recalled impressions. Eyes and hands commune, reception is expression rather than competing with each other, and the sight stroking the surface of the seen becomes like touch.
Then, some wise instructors may further tell their students that the models posing before them are working hard to help them see more than physical sight can see. They realize they are drawing more than the models. The artist transmits through drawing and the models transmit with their bodies; the transmission is carried by them but not reducible to them. They should not think that the artist is meant to be a poor substitute for the camera; the invention of the camera liberated art from mere reproduction of physical realism.
The perceptual abilities grow as they are exercised. Seeing and sensing serve not only what was, not only what is, but what can be. I know that there are many doors still unrecognized. A key is to present a task that is so unsuitable to the normal mode of operation that the attention switches to other modes.
"the sight stroking the surface of the seen becomes like touch."
Excellent. The senses have been found to be interchangeable in psychedelic experience. Or a more inclusive(mixed up) reality is perceived in these altered states. Maybe touch is the common denominator.
All sounds touch my inner workings. A physical stroking, hitting, soothing, stimulating, etc., occurs with each sound. It affects my breathing and other bodily functions. The basic tension relaxation dynamic is in play. Touch is the point of contact in all sensation I would think. Any body part can be involved. Any sensation.
I think the camera actually diminishes seeing even though more can be watched through contemplation of the captured image. It's not as fleeting as in real time, which is probably why disintegrating images are more alluring. Probably the capture itself lessons the experience. I first wanted to be a photographer, but I've changed. Photographs are missing dimensions of the 3D reality they try to mimic. But they offer other advantages. The artist is absolutely not a poor substitute. Artistry of course comes in photography but I still prefer 3D and beyond. It's interesting how some painters work from photographs, reversing realism.
In the end, it's not intellectual. An artist just has that special something no matter what he "touches."
"Or a more inclusive(mixed up) reality is perceived in these altered states. Maybe touch is the common denominator."
Yes, I think that the senses are extensions of more basic levels. They can be processed in different ways than the customary. I find perceptual diversity very interesting.
I have thought that some forms of auric sight may be a kind of synesthesia, for example. Data is processed and translated through the visual centers of the brain to enter conscious awareness, but it may not have begun as visual data, nor as anything for which we have a name.
Our senses are already highly processed even if we take out intellectual processing. We perceive what seems to be a single image although the two eyes present different image data to the brain. The brain combines the two images into one unified image with heightened depth which is presented to the conscious ego.
One young man, whose brain was fortunately able to rewire itself after a traumatic injury from a bar fight, saw fractal patterns everywhere, including in the swirl of water entering the bathtub drain. He saw non-physical, moving lines of light that drew his attention to the natural relationships in every aspect of the world around him. His perception became so fine-grained that he perceived motion in still frames which passed at normal speed before his eyes.
In many ways, the world had become extraordinarily beautiful and compelling, full of opportunities for insight. His perceptions were rawer, less processed. He proceeded to produce art and to study the higher geometries revealed in his art, whereas before his interests had been being a jock and bar life. He had never before opened a textbook but now math was intuitive perception rather than abstract thought. Perhaps it's human beings who divide things and then come back around to studying them in fragmented, disassociated, fashion.
Maybe most artists, in their own ways, have alternative perceptions although we don't usually identify them as such. When I was with other artists drawing from life models, I always felt that I drew both what I was seeing physically and what I was sensing non-physically. Each artist in the room did so in unique ways, and we marveled at each other's drawings.
"In the end, it's not intellectual. An artist just has that special something no matter what he "touches."
Artists have a different way of experiencing and doing. When I have been among other artists, I felt we had a common understanding that some of my non-artist acquaintances did not seem to share at all. I think that people who construct reality differently are keeping doors open for the rest of humanity. Humans evolved in certain directions to solve problems of survival, but that rooting stage is well-established which permits other directions to be explored by the perceptually daring.
Yes, I think data processing is plastic. It's a huge message center with many unknown derivations and not always predictable destinations. The senses might be conduits.
I think that the thing is to develop flexibility, and widen the psychological repertoire.
Neither locked into weighing of pros and cons, indefinitely to the nth degree, nor lost on evershifting Neptunean seas without even the constellations, the zodiac signs, as guides.
A human species that was incapable of multiple modes of consciousness would be handicapped, and could not be fully human.
The artists we speak of could not function as artists without engaging many parts of the brain and body, including their critical faculties. They are integrating many dimensions, pulling them into a new configuration to shape reality through the power of attention and intention.
There's an acceleration of consciousness that delves deeply into the moment rather than rushing past it. It allows time to expand and details to be seen and cherished instead of blurring. Higher intuition emerges when the body-mind enters a more enlightened state of whole consciousness. Illumination of consciousness is the expression of all frequencies, as white light is the presence of all colors.
If we were to subtract only the brain frequencies commonly used for analytic thought, then the whole edifice collapses into unconsciousness. We don't have to use them for what we think of as analytic thought, but they are needed for simple wakefulness and for higher cognition. The higher end of those frequencies participate in coherent, unified perception and are necessary for robust brain function. They synthesize the mind, in the sense of awareness and of awareness of awareness.
They feature prominently in highly synchronized form in the most advanced of Zen meditators, who focus on being fully present and in the moment. Advanced Zen monks are hyper-aware of every stimulus and sensation; unlike most people, they do not acclimate to a repeated stimulus, such as the sound of a bell. Each time the bell sounds, it's as fresh and as startling in their experience as the very first time.
So, that bears similarities to the work of artists. They are practicing an art of consciousness.
Yes. Mindfulness. Good idea.
We open or close doors.
Words that come to mind:
Will, willingness, willing, willfulness. Intelligence, intellect, intellectualization.
Intelligence makes use of intellect and other functions.
Ideally, intellect is the power to understand, and therefore connect things, including self to phenomena that seem to be outside the normal self.
But intellectualization is a defense mechanism that separates the ego from emotionally painful awareness.
Our culture educates us into a narrow use of intelligence, but perhaps that is gradually changing. We'll see which doors are opened.
Yep. We'll see.
I read a nice postscript to the recent Much Ado about Hairdo comedy.
The surgeon who removed the glue (after inventing a new process to do so), free of charge from the naive small town woman's head, runs a charitable foundation for restorative surgery and travels worldwide to perform constructive surgeries for people who otherwise don't have access to them.
His grateful patient, the blissfully unglued woman, is donating the money, originally raised to remove the glue, to help disfigured individuals around the world.
The mishap has surprisingly turned into an "all's well that ends well" story of how information age humanity learns from one another's mistakes and then reaches out to help others.
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