Monthly Archives: October 2014

Spiraling into the Center

By Amanda Moreno

The world feels beautiful today. After weeks of dissonance and what felt like too much time too close to the edges of sanity, the world feels beautiful, relaxed and if not sane then at least holding steady, at least in my little bubble.

Photo by Eric Francis.

Photo by Eric Francis.

I’ve been hit many times recently with the dawning awareness that I don’t know what it means to be a healer, and I don’t know in what capacity I’m prepared to fill that role.

I don’t like using the term ‘healer’, especially as a label for myself. It makes me cringe. But sometimes I have to give in to the constructs of language and the fact of the matter is that ‘healing’ is the best label for whatever the hell it is that comes through in my sessions with people.

At this moment, however, I don’t know whether I want to go through what it seems to take to be a healer. Once again, here I hit my own preconceived notions — maybe the path to healing others can be a comfortable process. But is that authentic?

The fact of the matter is that I do believe you have to go deep to get to the gold. Is that one more example of my attachment to crisis? Is there a way to go deep and not participate in the cycle of descent and dismemberment?

Furthermore, am I obligated to pursue this path? Is it an option? When you hear the call of your soul, what happens if you turn it down? I’ve always been open to the process, and the understanding that although I’ve chosen to accept the journey I cannot right now understand what the finished product will look like. This is the first time, however, that I’ve encountered doubts like the ones I’ve been facing.

I’ve started questioning how much I am influenced by outside factors, or energies. I’ve also been getting very clear about just how sensitive I am.

The other day I was hit with a sudden knowing of just how much was filling my energy field that wasn’t mine. ‘Mine’ in the ‘this life, this will, my own personal experiences’ sense. I’ve been aware of this for years, but this time around, in a state where I had enough going on all by myself without anything else clinging on, it pissed me off. I’ve been struggling enough with what is right in front of me, with following through with all of the choices I’ve made that have increased my stress levels — choices that have seemed completely worthy and doable. But you add in the tendency to serve as a channel for other people’s everything, and it can become too much.

I didn’t want what feels like such an involuntary tendency to be some kind of dumping ground. How do you learn to trust your own instincts when your field is so cluttered with other people’s stuff? With the weight of the collective? I felt this rage welling up inside of me — for the repression of my true self, my true voice, which I couldn’t hear over the roar of other people’s pain and strife. Perhaps it was the rage of the repressed feminine welling up inside.

So I made some decisions last week. I decided I want my field to be my own (although I suppose there’s a larger philosophical/spiritual discussion that could happen there, because isn’t it all connected anyway?). I asked for help and I purged and purified and I made a decision: I’m not available for other people’s stuff for now. Maybe for a while.
I will keep my ability to sense, I will honor my ability to feel, but I am not available for emotional dumping, from clients, from friends, from random people on the street, and from any entities or energy bodies hanging around. My inner mama tiger is determined to protect the vulnerable bits that have been exposed in recent months.

Maybe it’s naive of me. But my energy feels more spacious right now. If I lean into it there’s a sigh of relief and glee mixed with a little confusion. I celebrated this new space by attending a little hippie-style kinky brunch and facing down several of my fears head on. And came out shining and glowing and full of love. I can feel other people’s pain and pleasure, and knowing that I don’t have to take it on as my own creates relief.

Boundaries — as in knowing and honoring what you are available for — are a wonderful thing. It feels like all parts are coming back to the center. And although that process is confusing and painful at times, I feel like I can breathe through it.

I think there is such beauty in being a healer. But there are so many ways to do it. And right now I’m thinking that I do want in, but I don’t want to take on other people’s shit and I need to reevaluate how I do this work. I want to honor my ability to feel, to acknowledge what is and is not mine, but have really strong boundaries. I want to put myself first, and then be a guide or support to others, but not a savior. I’d love to help other people to heal themselves. Self-generated healing.

I’m in touch with the parts of me that often just wish someone else would come in and fix me. I get it. Perhaps the myth of salvation is just as destructive as the myth of apocalyptic descent; the one that dictates that in order to navigate initiation, especially into the ‘healing’ realms, one must descend and be dismembered and face turmoil and hell.

Maybe I’m just throwing up another wall, but I feel like I’m in a process of truly overcoming my fears, and specifically the negative, racing cognitive loops that spring up around them, keeping me awake, distorting my vision and using my energy. I’ve been trying to change these patterns for years, and so much is finally budging; perhaps the resulting massive shifts in identity are also behind my need to just keep it clean and clear.

And if initiation into healing work has to happen, I want to see if it can be without dismemberment. Can we get to work on changing that myth? Does there have to be a fall? What about gentle healing that doesn’t serve as a bypass for the raw emotions we get to feel. These are larger questions for more expansive discussions, perhaps. But very much worth pondering.

Planet Waves Daily Oracle for Sunday, Oct. 26, 2014

Today’s Oracle takes us to the Cancer weekly for March 12, 2004

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You can be anyone you need to be. Give yourself credit for that, at least. For too long you’ve tried to over-emphasise one aspect of who you are; for anyone over 30 years old, it may have been going on nearly this long. I recognise that you’ve been working out something on a deep level that is at the roots of your difficulty changing, and that in itself represents a major change. You can trust that the underlying situation has shifted. You don’t need to drag your house down the street because the whole world is moving.

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Just Too Dang Much!

By Jeanne Treadway

It’s an interesting phemomenon, this “too” stuff. When people say “you’re strong,” it’s a compliment. When they say “you’re too strong,” it’s a criticism.

I’m one of those bad-broke, rode-hard-put-up-wet kinda gals. You know ’em. Fire sparks from their eyes, smoke streams from the nostrils, and they’re just generally a handful. Sometimes gentle, sometimes a cross between a treed bobcat and a lady. Always keep you edgy wondering how to approach ’em. I don’t know if I was born this way, but it seems like it.

“Talisman” by Via at Studo Psycherotica

My opinion is that the world deserves me just the way I am on account of the way it treats me and everything else. I’m kinda like one of the Earth’s walking consciences, always reminding people of what happens when they treat other people mean. I’m sure you know someone like me. I’m strong, opinionated, pretty, lucky, independent, self-assured, smart.

Oh, I ain’t a stunner dripping with money and gently holding the cojones of the world; no way. I’m one of them strong, independent types who’s got everything nobody else really wants. I’m one of those bitches who makes everybody nervous and that everybody calls touchy or crabby. I am too damned much for anyone to handle, or so they say.

The first time I remember having that odd little “too” adjective applied to me was when I was about five and was told I was too young to understand, too small to do it, and too hard to get along with. In the first case, a five year old should never be sacrificed to nuns for education. Secondly, I could ride any horse I got on, sort of. And finally, if they would talk to me reasonably I might not be so damn hard to get along with. But all this was just a portent, a hint, of what was coming.

By the time I was eight, I was too smart, too dumb, too much a tom-boy, too serious. I kept the smart, dumb, serious part and became known as Little Miss Priss to my family by age ten. Puberty found me weighing in at 85 pounds, heft that was stretched across a five six frame, with a mouth full of teeth that wouldn’t fit until I was about twenty, braces, and the self-esteem of a mouse. No tits, no hips, just elbows and knees and braces. Gorgeous from any perspective. My mom always told me I had a great smile, though. Very small comfort to a human tree.

Kids were mean and stupid and I found solace with very old people; they had something to say and knew how to listen. The first love affair I ever had was with my grandmother who died when I was nine. I played dominoes and jacks and could skip high waters/hot peppers with the best, but I also read forty to sixty books a semester from second grade on. I loved Hank Williams and Patsy Kline when Elvis was king. Vincent Price, who was better than John Wayne every hoped to be in my book, introduced me to Poe. Our twit of a librarian refused to allow me to check out the collected works of that dear alcoholic because I was only in fourth grade, but she poured the first shot in a life-long addiction.

I knew rocks, snakes, trees, water, rabbits, cats, and horses had souls; I was uncertain about people. I wanted to be a ballerina from age six until I dropped that nonsensical dream on my twenty-eighth birthday when I did an arabesque and semi-permanently sprained my ankle.

I fit well in high school, too. I had to take the high school entrance exam twice because I scored higher than the male genius and the first score was obviously a fluke. By fourteen I had fallen in love with a man who was to fill my dreams to the present, some thirty years later. We were an item during my twenties, but that story best fits in later. I dated three guys in high school, none of them him, and scandalized the town with my supposed promiscuity (you were only allowed one man every four years back then). I wasn’t selected to cheer for the team because, as the kind president of the pep squad told me, they were afraid I might become too egotistical. My algebra teacher made certain I was never elected to senior honor society or chosen as an honor student because I was too loud in the halls. I was asked to run as secretary of the senior class, but wanted to run as president. Girls names were never entered for that position so I didn’t get to run for anything.

I kept thinking I was going through a phase, that some time in the near future I would be just good enough. In fact, it wasn’t a phase and it expanded to include too sensitive, too loving, too good, too bad, too intense, too modern, too wild. Let’s see, what did I miss? Oh yeah, too sad, too happy, too mad, too glad. Too much a hippy, too old-fashioned. Don’t get confused here, these were certainly not words I applied to myself. Good-intentioned professors, friends, therapists, bosses, unknowns told me these things, for my own good, of course.

What the hell is a twenty-year-old supposed to do with this kind of knowledge? I thought love might help me figure it out. Believe me, it doesn’t. It just adds to the list. Drugs don’t help either. They mirror the words back onto your soul and write them into your heart with a bitter, indelible ink. Alcohol is a socially acceptable method of drowning, but that leads to alcoholism and, dang, that’s a tough one to get rid of. Thank God for the rare soul who believes in you, without strings, without wanting to own or change or manipulate.

I’m not certain when I started thinking I might be okay to look at, that my nose wasn’t too big or my cheekbones too prominent or my lips too big. Somewhere in my mid-thirties I decided my eyes were really quite nice, but pretty? Never. In fact, I settled for exotic. That’s better, anyway, isn’t it? I think getting sober at 32 unlocked the gate for several revelations, including that I was bright, could be charming and okay to look at, and might have something of value to give to friends and lovers. It’s a theory I’m still testing, twenty years later, though.

Briefly back to the love of my life. He just got married for the second time, obviously not to me, and that’s because, he says, he would rather be comfortable than passionate. Ergo I am too passionate. He’s probably right that our marriage would have been tough, but damn him anyway.

What the hell is wrong with being too passionate, too sensitive, too everything? Why is this silly little adjective thrown at me in explanation for each aspect of me? My beloved sister once told me I was too supportive. Jeezo peezo! Was I supposed to become less smart, less pretty, less lucky, less sensitive, less passionate? Would that ensure that someone would love me? That I would find a place I fit in this world? That the pain would abate? What was I supposed to do with this stuff? How do people want me to react, to change? I was simply befuddled by this. It ebbed and flowed. I could go a whole three, maybe four, months without someone using that adjective to describe something I had just done, some feeling I had just expressed, some thought I had just expounded. But without fail, that well-intentioned look would descend on someone’s face and the next “too” would pop out.

It’s an interesting phenomena, this “too” stuff. When people say “you’re strong”, it’s a compliment. When they say “you’re too strong”, it’s a criticism. It implies that you are supposed to do something about it, that somehow you have stepped over an appropriate, social boundary and that, if you were a “good” person, you would do something to correct that faux pas. When you first encounter it, it stings but you don’t spend much time thinking about it. You have no idea that little word will become your personal Chinese water torture, wearing your heart away drop by drop. You start hearing that word in every conceivable context. Is there something wrong with you? Do you have some major deficit? Were you born missing some key ingredient that would allow you to understand this too stuff? The weight of that silly little word is extraordinary because not only is it used to put you in your place, it is also invariably used to explain why someone treated you abominably and why you should be big enough or strong enough or gracious enough to let that rudeness pass. In essence, because you are “too” you have to accept every form of abominable behavior imaginable. People are allowed to and, according to their moral precepts, should bring your “too” behavior to your attention, just in the off chance you were unaware that you’re a “too” person.

I spent years shaving off parts of my personality. You know, trying to speak softer, act nicer, be stupid. I even wore suits and coiffed hair. Jeez. I figured if I kept shaving I’d eventually get to the “good enough” part and then everyone would start saying I was just strong enough or smart enough or whatever. It doesn’t work that way, but dang it takes some learning to figure it out.

Finally, though, it comes to you. They ain’t never gonna be satisfied. They just need to break your spirit for some reason. When you get to that understanding, and believe me it don’t come quick, you have yourself a year-long cry, dust off your boots, and start living for yourself again. Now, just like I love those delicious little power surges they call hot flashes, I glory in being too much. It reminds me I am vitally alive, full of piss and vinegar, raring to go. It lets me know that they haven’t broken me to saddle yet. Oh sure, they still want to but, until they figure out that wounding an animal’s pride only makes it mean, they’ll never get this mare in their corral.

9 Reasons It’s So Easy to Be Misunderstood

Note: Given that stormy Mercury stations direct today in Libra, the sign of relationships, it might be worth getting back to communication basics as we practice as much patience and mindfulness as possible. This week’s relationship-oriented post comes from Leon F. Seltzer, Ph.D., at Psychology Today. — Amanda

By Leon F. Seltzer, Ph.D.

How many times have you thought you were communicating clearly, only to discover that your words were taken in a way you never could have imagined—and likely, more negatively?

Leon F. Seltzer, Ph.D.

Leon F. Seltzer, Ph.D.

Here are 9 varying explanations as to why communication that, however carefully you delivered it—whether orally or in writing, might be quite different from the communication actually received. And doubtless, there are others:

1. The other person’s mind wandered.

Either they weren’t tuned into you or, without consciously having planned it, their brains temporarily went offline. Or they may have been preoccupied with other matters, and just weren’t mentally available. Nonetheless, you may need to take some responsibility, for it’s also possible that you started talking without making sure you’d secured their attention. Remember, our minds are always occupied with something. It’s only fair that if you want others to give you their undivided attention, you ask for it.

2. The other person is in a state of fatigue.

If someone is in a “brain fog”—or maybe it’s nighttime and they’re already more than ready to hang it up for the day—and, notwithstanding, you still make efforts to engage them, you’re significantly increasing the likelihood that you’ll be misunderstood. They may just not have enough mental acuity at the moment to follow you—and they may be too tired even to articulate this to you. Consider that, as any good comic would tell you, “timing is everything.” It’s imprudent (if not downright foolish) to approach anything complex or conflictual when your potential listener is “listened out.”

3. The other person is mad at you.

Keep in mind that if the other individual is emotionally upset with you, whatever you say (or write) to them is likely to be taken unfavorably. So this is hardly the time to be making your most forceful arguments to convince them that your point of view is justified, or superior to theirs. Rather, in such instances, your job, if you’re willing to accept it, is to hear them out: To not be the speaker but the auditor, and to see whether you can’t validate where they’re coming from—though it may contrast sharply with your own perspective. If you want them to recognize the legitimacy of your position, you’ll probably first need to summon up the patience, understanding, and compassion to listen sympathetically to theirs. In general, only by so doing might they be willing to listen to you without projecting onto your words a negatively distorted meaning born of their already being angry or irritated with you.

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Leon F. Seltzer, Ph.D., has maintained a general private practice since 1986 in Del Mar, California. With clinical specialties in anger, trauma resolution (EMDR), couples conflict, compulsive/addictive behaviors and depression, he has also taught some 200 adult education workshops on these subjects. His professional guidebook Paradoxical Strategies in Psychotherapy describes a wide array of seemingly illogical therapeutic interventions. These powerful techniques can help therapists effectively resolve difficult individual and marital/family problems when more straightforward methods have proved unsuccessful.

Truth And Consequences

Well, here we are, closing in on a mid-term election that has everyone either smirking in anticipation or wringing their hands in angst. One way or another, it will be over in a few days and we’ll all have to learn to live with the consequences.

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By Judith Gayle | Political Waves

As you know, in our last mid-term election, we suffered “a wave” that produced enormous fallout in the political arena and serious ramifications for any progressive legislation. Mid-terms typically produce rebellion, given the probability that a president’s record will have sufficient holes in it halfway through a term to cause buyer’s remorse among the populous.

Since youth and minorities seldom vote in mid-terms, elders lead the charge at these junctures, especially those with a conservative train of thought. You may read that as misinformed FOX News followers if you wish, because that’s generally who they are these days, and may I say that those who frequent that media source do not see the hyperbole in its by-line, “fair and balanced,” nor in its coverage of news.

That should tell you much that you need to know about the coming election: yet another riff on George W.’s remaking of reality, a project still being assisted by an increasingly hostile Karl Rove, the right’s money manager. Down to the wire, Karl has a new super-PAC at his disposal, with millionaire contributors throwing caution to the winds by allowing their donations to be made public. There has never been so much money given over to the political process, here in a mid-term election that much of the public doesn’t even know — or seemingly care — about. Begs the question, what inconceivable amount will be spent in 2016?

Things have surely changed, here in this new century, haven’t they? The first eight years took progressives through the rabbit hole and spit them out on the other side of a reality that had stripped them of much that they’d worked for most of their lives. They faced the election of 2008 with a rampant case of PTSD and longing for the return of sane, informed and substantial leadership, but that’s not what they got. The reality-based citizen was treated with a Punch and Judy show on the right and a run-off between race and gender on the left.

It was during this period that we met a fledgling generation of new politicians entering the ring This became obvious when old establishment favorite and occasional ‘maverick’ John McCain allowed his people to select aggressive, attractive — and Pub-approved MILF — Sarah Palin as his running mate. She was a shooting star, flashy and compelling, a complete unknown, to McCain, as well. Knowing what we know now, it was a no-brainer that Sarah’s ambitions would take her off the reservation in no time, but despite so many clues dropped by the previous administration, nobody in McCain’s camp seemed aware of the morphing of religious fundamentalism, hawkish neocon principles, corporate loyalty and hatred for government that had kissed George W. a reluctant goodbye while finding a new home under Glenn Beck’s big tent of malcontents.

Although McCain pledged to work across the aisle whenever he could, Sarah had no such intention. The last of the respectful political interactions pledged by the likes of McCain and his senatorial pal, John Kerry, were already as cold as the embers from your Memorial Day cookout. Sarah represented the ascendency of mundane intelligence and religious bias, along with questionable lifestyle options that time has exposed as narcissistic and self-exploitive. If we want to know what “dumbed-down America” looks like, witness Sarah and her most recent family adventure, described by a witness as “just like a Jerry Springer episode.”

Two years later, mid-term backlash to the Kenyan in the White House [sic] gave us the Tea Party and produced what I think of as the solidifying of anti-intellectualism. Think not? How about the likes of this election’s Iowa senatorial candidate Joni Ernst, asking voters for a job in government while defending her right to carry her Smith & Wesson in order to stand tall against intruders or “the government, should they decide that my rights are no longer important.” Joni distinguished herself earlier this year with a television ad in which the public finds itself on the business end of her gun muzzle, Joni herself squinting down the barrel at them and promising to “unload on Obamacare.”

In addition, Joni proposes — in Rand Paul and Paul Ryan fashion — to help the American public learn to treasure the joys of self-sufficiency by eliminating educational spending, food stamps, unemployment insurance and Medicare, for starters. Furthermore, she has every intention of privatizing Social Security and forcing the needy to suck up to church charities for assistance. I don’t have to explain her ‘pro-family’ particulars, do I, or her heavy funding by the Kochs? Now that Michele Bachmann is retiring, we will need to crown a new lady Repuberterrian righty extremist. Should Joni win in this close election, dashing the hopes of all reasonable Iowans, we will surely have our new Princess of Pain.

Now, none of this particular brand of lunacy is new, you might say. But it hasn’t withered on the vine, either, which, by evidence of deprivation and need (most of which are blamed on Obama as lack of leadership but more accurately illustrate a lack of funding for the public good, backing policy choices that protect mainstream Americans or concern for any but the rich and powerful) it should have by now. In fact, although the odds still seem to be that Pubs will ride their attempts at voter repression and many-many-million-dollar Koch infusion to Senate victory, the fact that Dems are doing as well as they are speaks to the concerns of the multitude. And those concerns are legion.

Unfortunately, while concerns are piling up, solutions seem elusive. Yet with so many congressional races still evenly split, it should be clear that the consequences of a media conglomerate more interested in ratings than vetting political positions have crippled the national conversation. Clearly, most of those congressional districts up for grabs have been so heavily gerrymandered toward conservative votes that the fact that there IS a tight race going on speaks to a serious decline in confidence about Republican leadership and values. Still — and because following the dots of logic is still a skill that requires dedication and practice — confusion reigns about what constitutes the public good.

Eleanor Clift writes that in Louisiana and North Carolina, where multi-millions have been poured into nasty TV ads, a focus group of women voters known as Wal-Mart Moms are simply tuning out. These are mostly red-state women, sympathetic culture warriors, but they aren’t so sure any more who is friend or foe to their concerns. The ads have them confused and feeling emotionally manipulated, but news agencies other than FOX are not trusted from the right of the political spectrum, leaving them little with which to clarify the facts from the political fodder. Some of those interviewed say they’ll Google on election day, deciding then which candidate to support. Clift finishes her assessment with this warning: “And with that apathy comes consequences they can’t imagine.”

There’s that concept of consequences again. And try as I might to banish them, scenes from a funky and irreverent sci-fi/comedy keep popping up into my brain. In 2006, Mike Judge — the man who cartooned that seemingly outrageous and frighteningly accurate prick to social consciousness, “Beavis and Butt-head,” and followed it with 13 years of “King of the Hill” — made an obscure little movie called “Idiotocracy,” now something of a cult classic. As with most satire, it takes unattractive truth about our society and skews it into absurdity, something Judge does with ease. His version of America 500 years into the future is so pitiable as to be laughable, but just lately I’m not laughing. I’d like to say a culture that has forgotten so much about agriculture that it waters its plants with the equivalent of Gatorade and wonders why the crops are dying has nothing in common with the United States, but — well — you know. We’re not showing an impressive amount of intellect in 2014, are we?

For instance, while bees are necessary for pollinting a third of the food we consume, industry is happier to invest in science to produce alternatives to that process than eliminate the toxic chemicals that are killing not just bees*, but birds, butterflies and other vital portions of our ecosystem. While fracking continues to be frowned on by the majority, and bottom-up activism seems to be doing a lot of the heavy lifting to jam the spokes of plutocracy, the EPA is still more responsive to the oil industry than to the cries of victimized citizens with compromised water sources. Go over to CommonDreams.org and hit their climate page for more examples of both the bad news and the good on progress in holding back the never-ceasing machinery of capitalism bent on stripping the planet down to mere bones; there is some. And truly, the cataclysmic dangers of global warming have become so obvious to all but encrusted deniers that today’s candidates take chances of turning off savvy moderates by pitching the topic to their faith-filled base.

For the life of me, I can’t figure out why anyone who wants to breathe decent air, eat real food and live a sustainable future would fight a common sense approach to climate change. And why would anyone who isn’t wealthy support the current Republican agenda? Even should they be as opulently well-fixed as Midas, witness billionaire Warren Buffet, who thinks the rich aren’t taxed nearly enough. Warren earned himself the title of “most hated man in America by millionaires,” and I don’t think he minds much. He knows when enough wealth is truly enough, unlike those who continue to take from an unwitting public to feather their own nests. Indeed, the consequences of the failed financial policies of this nation will, eventually, find even those whose loyalty has been bought victims of their own greed, but by then the breakdown in structure will make a response more difficult. In Will Pitts’s latest piece, titled “The True History of Blowback in One Sentence,” he writes:

…remember that history exists, and actions have consequences, and this event is tied to that event is tied to the other event in a tapestry of escalating cascading fallout, which is called “blowback,” which always carries a dear price unless you’re getting paid for it, which is why you think very hard before making a lethal national decision, because every lethal decision always comes knocking at your door someday…

Essentially, it depends on the consciousness being expressed as to whether consequences are welcome or not, but there are surely unintended consequences attending every decision we make, while the intended ones are more straightforward but perhaps not as we expected. In Kansas, for instance, Governor Sam Brownback has done such an excellent job of implementing the Baggers’ agenda, especially in terms of taxation, that the state is in dire fiscal need, creating a wave of voter apprehension. Similarly, governors in North Carolina and Wisconsin face engaging gubernatorial contenders. Connecting the dots back to a party unwilling to support the commonwealth seems to be turning a lot of red states purple, not something the Pubs anticipated.

A ‘wave’ election is a tsunami of political activism aimed toward the mis-steps of a sitting president, and while Obama is not popular these days, he is a good deal more popular than either the Republican OR Democratic Congress in every poll. So the thing to consider about this campaign season, different from those in the near past, is it’s either up for grabs by the highest bidder thanks to the Supremes’ decision on Citizens United, or it’s a referendum on much that’s gone wrong within the obstruction party, and there’s some evidence that the latter is beginning to take shape. Much as Europe has shot itself in its own foot with austerity, the Republican governors in this nation who have pushed the Bagger agenda are facing a level of hostility they hadn’t anticipated from their own.

There is a crack in the dense Republican wall, likely from a gazillion heads hitting it from both the political left AND right. Money erected the wall, the same kind of money the New Deal regulated in order to bring the majority of American citizens into ownership of their own future and political process in the midst of the last century. The wall is the same one Elizabeth Warren talks about when she tells us that the system is rigged and we have no chance to win unless we change the very system, itself. As Bill Moyers, finally retiring this year at 80, asserts, “Either we reverse Citizens United and insist democracy is about equal representation, or we might as well close up shop.” Essentially, we can study this problem of ours until the cows come home, but unless there is a ground-swell of activism dedicated to ridding the political process of huge and harmful money, nothing is going to change. That’s where we come in.

And that’s where voting makes a difference. The millennial generation, by the way, along with the minority population, have a larger stake in this election than they realize, so I’d like to see them mobilize to keep progressive ballast in the Congressional make-up. Warren’s campaign to relieve student loans won’t see the light of day in an all-Republican Congress. In fact, very little will make it to the table, except a trimming of our remaining security nets and a full-throated give-away of corporate welfare to those who need the money least. Two groups I approve — Daily Kos and MoveOn — are working to mobilize Dem voters, and once again, it would be worth your time to join them if you can. In a totally Republican political environment, as we had under George W. Bush for a couple of (Tom DeLay) years, there will be no progressive agenda seeing the light of day, period. Big money will continue to travel to the top .01 percent, and, as our friend Moyers tells us, that will slam the door on the possibility of responsible governance..

Now, here’s the good news. If the Dems can come through the conservative money glut and the gerrymandered districts to run this close a race, that means populism is on the upswing. If the Pubs take both houses of Congress and further impede any kind of liberal agenda, blowback will see to it that they won’t find themselves in the White House in a decade and likely much more. If the Dems can pull this one out of the fire to keep the Senate, the public will be encouraged that it can be done and will continue to act locally to produce change. In that way — and illogical as it seems — what we face with so much dread today is a win/win for the democratic process.

Yes, we’re in dire straits. And yes, this election is important, worth our concern and activism and even a bit of personal sacrifice, if required. But, as our recent eclipses have made clear, a door has closed even as a window has opened. There has been an end to the circumstance that began back in 1995 — when intellect was being attacked by a growing evangelical fundamentalism — and the beginning of one that could well take us into an era of political restoration and ethical/spiritual renewal. We’re becoming accustomed to hearing harsh truth, learning to examine the consequences of our inability to face years of denial and practicing the art of following the dots to reclaim logic. And it seems to me that we’re traveling faster than many of us think we are.

There are some out there who are so overwhelmed by what they see and hear around them that all they want to do is pull the covers over their heads, and I empathize. But there is no victory in doing so, and no reward unless we’re either helping ourselves or those around us. We have a job to do on this planet, and that’s to contribute our best to it on a daily basis. I suppose some would disagree, especially in a political sense, but like Bill Moyers, I don’t want to close up shop on democracy, so in whatever way I can I do my little part; you can count on me to keep at it. I hope you’ll intuit the importance of finding a way to do yours, as well.

The channelers all say it’s up to us now. Let’s listen to our higher angels, vote our true values and insist that our politicians live up to them. Let’s create a ‘wave’ of loving action that flings the windows to a healed and healing future wide! Those are the consequences I’ve waited a lifetime to see.

*If you’re interested in saving bees, you might want to stop by your local Lowe’s Hardware between 10/29 and 10/31 to deliver a nice little “trick or treat” Halloween card urging them to “stop selling bee-killing pesticides and garden plants pre-poisoned with these harmful chemicals.” Friends of the Earth has a downloadable card to print and take in. Even conservative competitor, Home Depot, has agreed to put warnings on products containing neonicotinoids. Corporations are beginning to respond to public pressure. If this activity doesn’t appeal to you, visit the site to send a message to the EPA’s Gina McCarthy asking her to ban the toxic chems.

Planet Waves Daily Oracle for Saturday, Oct. 25, 2014

Today’s Oracle takes us to the Capricorn weekly for May 7, 2004

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Mars shifting into your opposite sign Cancer will finally take the emphasis off work and put it onto your most intimate relationships. You have for too long borne the brunt of the will, intentions and plans of others. They don’t know more than you, and you may have fallen for the illusion that they do. You will, as long as you fail to use what you know. That you are intelligent and ethical is a given. The challenges of the coming weeks will compel you to prioritise what you know is genuinely important. Remember, a leap of faith is never as far as it seems.

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ARIES: “Something you’ve recently learned or discovered about yourself now must be taken to heart in a relationship situation. Self-knowledge is the basis of any agreement you have with another person, and when you gain some of that (or what looks like quite a bit) it will necessarily influence your agreements with others.”

TAURUS: “All your other senses count, but your physical contact with your body and with your environment will provide your most intelligent guidance. That is a moment-to-moment reckoning with reality. You may be looking straight at the illusion that your existence is somehow about all these other people.”

GEMINI: “You may feel intimidated by the weight of the past, or by how much there is to heal, when you write it out like a shopping list — though that is not how healing works. The larger questions all involve trust, and how to consider what has happened in the past. They are closely related.”

CANCER: “One central question is, what’s the role of others in your life? You might also ask what is the role of others in their own lives? These days you have a tendency to draw to you people who are fundamentally self-centered, and I suggest you learn to spot them before they gain any ground on you.”

LEO: “The challenge of your astrology seems to be finding a balance between being the center of your own world, and being part of the wider world. That balancing point involves being clear what you have to give. You are in an excellent position to offer support and affirmation, even though it’s clear that you are facing certain distinct emotional challenges.”

VIRGO: “There are forces in motion that are way larger than you, and they seem to be in operation in all areas of your life. You are not going to control them, but there are more and less appropriate responses. The more appropriate responses all begin with applied intelligence.”

LIBRA: “Honor translates to impeccability. It means that all your actions with money and finance must match your stated values, including how you earn and how you allocate your resources. It’s essential that you work with a plan, and with full knowledge of how much you have at any time.”

SCORPIO: “If you want to unlock the potential of your moment, if you want to have it be more than a dream or a potential, I suggest you take the grounded and steady approach to your life. What is required the most of you is commitment. Not the words or the idea, but steadfast action, sustained over time.”

SAGITTARIUS: “You seem to be under pressure to get your life together, as if the responsibility gene has woken up. To me it looks more like the ‘be true to yourself’ gene is kicking you from the inside. You might say that’s the most significant responsibility you have, and at the moment it seems to be shocking you to your senses.”

CAPRICORN: ” One way to know you’re in jeopardy is if you ever get the thought that you can go it alone. That may be your one warning, valid because it contains the idea that the people around you are expendable, and therefore, it does not matter how you treat them or how they feel.”

AQUARIUS: “People know how to play games designed to get one another out of adult role. People are, for example, constantly setting up situations where they must be treated as children, in a real sense compelling others into parent mode. You must be aware of this, not fall for it, and if you do, get back to your centered, present, adult mind as soon as you can.”

PISCES: “What is it that you said you’ve always wanted to do with your life? When exactly do you think you’re going to do it? There is something in your charts saying that ‘when’ is right now. There’s something reminding you to connect your longterm vision with a point of focus — that is, to envision, to look and to actually see.”