War
posted by jm at 4:30 PM
Thursday, March 24, 2022
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- Name: jm
I am a brilliant creation of the universe formed from the cosmic protoplasm sailing into eternity. I have two hands, two feet, a couple of great ears, and I'm clipping through life at a moderate pace; minding my p*s and q*s, crossing my t*s, dotting every i.
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6 Comments:
Charming!
Nothing is what it once was it seems.
I'm with Otto on the war on terror. I'd slap my hat on the wall if I had a nice one like that!
At 120 these things get annoying.
Yup
We are just departing a mercury neptune conjunction, this sweet video made me think it was a nice exemplar
Truth has so many faces
I've got a natal mercury neptune square. Truth is too much for me! I need faces to hide some of it, or alter it.
I believe it!
My mother was given fentanyl after a surgery (against explicit wishes, horrible story we got kicked out of hospital,)
It bifurcated her mind. She was lucid enough to describe both “realities” and they seemed equal.
This lasted for several days.
She remembered the experience once she settled back to “normal”.
The most interesting outcome was for the first time in her life she could access memories. She had a terrible recall of events and places all just very vague. Suddenly she remembered with clarity.
Truth can be quite slippery (says the woman who has spent a lifetime in conversation with dead ancestors)
Good point. Truth can be really really slick, as if it preferred not to be captured.
I can be absolutely totally inarguably convinced of a truth one second and it slips into absurdity the next. I've learned to believe myself with a grain of salt. It's the luck of the draw when truth verifies itself.
So I'm not too concerned about all the falsity pandemic these days or all days really. Truth pops up as needed. Lying is an interesting phenomenon. The human mind seems to enjoy playing with the truth/facts outside of the interpersonal manipulations. I'm developing a theory about the lying cheating money grubbers. I'm thinking that it's the thrill of the heist most of all. Ordinary money making is boring, right? Stealing is thrilling. That explains to me why billions of dollars don't suffice for these folks. Cheating, baby. Nothing compares. Who really holds the Ace? The wild one.
My Merc/Nep works partly by arousing small hallucinations. Not serious ones. Like the time I visited a periodontist talking about surgery. His eye teeth grew fangs right in front of me. Fortunately I had some experience with my suggestible mind so I didn't panic. I didn't get the surgery nor did I return, though. He wasn't a bad guy, it was just my Merc/Nep.
Merc/Nep reflects my hearing beautiful sounds in and around the clatter. Everything has pitch. Human voices in particular affect me strongly.
"Normal." It's all relative. Einstein was on to something. Under the auspices of Neptune truth is an illusion like everything else. Shape-shifting away. Taurus builds castles but with Nep and Joop, they could be made of sand.
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