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Timothy Glenn ~ Uranus Square Pluto Part Three

This post felt like a nice little birthday gift yesterday from my friend, Tim Glenn. If you’ve been feeling the surging sadness that seems way beyond your own grief (encompassing instead the oppression of our entire planet), or if you’ve felt a boiling irritation that threatens to explode in large bursts of uncontrollable truth, praying that the sleepers wake up now before things get even more intense and screaming-in-your-face obvious … well, let’s just say, you’re not alone. 😉 Tim explains the astrological energies beyond an increasingly difficult-to-suppress urge to shout from the mountain tops: “Let freedom ring….”

Uranus Square Pluto Part Three:

Revolution Number Nine

Here in May of 2013, we have reached the third of seven exact squares of Uranus to Pluto, as the planets of evolution and revolution square off in their series of worldchanging influences. The conjunction of these planets in the Sixties kicked off a social revolution that demanded conscious evolution. And whatever is conceived at the conjunction is called into action and put to the test at the square.

A Long Time Coming

Since it took more than four decades for Uranus to advance the the point of squaring Pluto, it seems like eons have passed since the idealism of the Sixties captured so many imaginations and hearts. In cosmic timing, that stretch of time barely constitutes a blip. And yet most of us live in what Proterrian calls The Tick-Tick Reality, rather than in the rhythms of the universe. This has created the phenomenon that in the interim, it feels as though we have lived several lifetimes.

On one level, this is perfectly understandable. The awakening of the Sixties set us off on a collective journey of experiencing how our consciousness helps us shape our reality, both individually and collectively. Millions upon millions of us now share similar perspectives on dimensions, timelines, parallel realities and infinite possibilities that were previously undreamed of. As a result, we are truly living different lives in a different world. We are not only still transforming ourselves and the world, but we are now approaching critical mass in our global metamorphosis.

Strange Brew

Some people thought that the Sixties happened and then fizzled out, as though the shift in consciousness and conscientiousness has had no effect on our world in the decades to follow. We might view these intervening years as a gestation period. It takes time for things to brew.

Now that things have finished brewing, the time of The Quickening is suddenly bursting upon us. The Human Heart is being called forth into the Universe At Large to acknowledge our connection with all of infinity. With Uranus the Awakener in Aries, lightning bolts of awareness are striking the human world with gusto.

The real revolution is commencing.

Break On Through To The Other Side

As people open their eyes to the deceptions of the old world and its so-called leaders, an ancient wall of illusion accelerates its process of crumbling…or simply dissolving. It may appear that we need to break through this wall, but nothing needs to be broken. The wall is an illusion.

We can smoothly and gracefully move on through to the other side. It’s easy. All you need is love.

And awareness.

The easiest people to keep enslaved are those who believe they are free. A quote from Harriet Tubman echoes from a more distant past: “I freed a thousand slaves. I could have freed a thousand more, but they believed they were free.” As in the Matrix films, people are realizing we have been living in a prison without bars. The invisible prison was a clever ploy by the planetary controllers. If the inmates don’t even suspect they live a life of incarceration, they have little reason to seek an escape.

We are not anticipating a violent revolution, but rather a peaceful evolution. And the more we understand about the true nature of our human condition, the more graceful our flight to freedom can be.

“I’m Only Sleeping”

A rapidly dwindling sector of the population still slumbers through these tumultuous times. Their sleep might be growing more fitful, but they still cling to their antiquated belief systems and matrix programming, reminiscent of the lyrics to the old Beatles tune: “Please don’t wake me. No, don’t shake me. Leave me where I am. I’m only sleeping.”

But it might no longer be considered an act of kindness to allow our neighbors to sleep while their houses are burning. Uranus in Aries in an exact square to Pluto generates an evolutionary urgency: mutate or die. At the onset of the First American Revolution, Uranus rode shouting through the night with Paul Revere and William Dawes without thinking anything like, “Gee, this might be disturbing the peace.”

Turn, Turn, Turn

Trying to force people awake might prove to be counterproductive, but we can use our imaginations to create ways of offering the option. And when the sleepers choose to awaken, we can be standing at the ready with aid and comfort. It will help if we emphasize that we are not saying there is anything wrong with the act of sleeping, but sleeping with your house on fire endangers both yourself and your neighbors.

From another Sixties tune by The Byrds: “To everything…turn, turn, turn…there is a season…turn, turn, turn…and a time for every purpose under heaven.” What on earth would be the purpose of sleeping with your house on fire? In Astrology, squares call us into action. And with one as powerful as Uranus square Pluto, we enter the season of revolution; not a rebellion, but a simple denial of consent. We will no longer comply with a decrepit fear-based system. We will co-create a lovebased world.

Strange Days Have Found Us

More and more people report having what can be termed Matrix Experiences; the phenomenon of realizing you are the only conscious entity in your immediate environment. A funny feeling like deja vu creeps over you, along with the impression that everyone around you is sleepwalking through the Matrix as though they were zombies or androids. For the more recently awakened, this can be quite disconcerting.

Spiritually sensitive folks are also picking up on unpleasant vibes from probability lines wherein extremely unpleasant possibilities play out. Whether the world would be rocked by natural disasters or by the old system acting out on its doctrine of “rule or ruin”, a feeling of dread can create a knot in our stomachs. It helps if we can acknowledge it, but shift our energies onto other probability lines.

Our probability lines have gone beyond being frenetic, to the point of no longer being linear. So our probabilities are no longer lines. Uranus square Pluto encourages us to adapt; to develop spontaneity in the midst of literally infinite possibilities in a holographic universe; a universe that is actually composed of infinite intermingling holograms.

Strange days have tracked us down.

Hey, Joe

Joseph Stalin knew his business. He said that without public approval you can do nothing, but with it you can do anything. His art lay in concealing his true agenda from the public at large, while tapping into their energies to support his dirty deeds. The system of today plays the same game. As long as the political manipulators can convince people that the system is doing the right thing, those people unwittingly lend their divine essence to agendas they would never approve of if they were aware.

Uranus square Pluto does carry the potential for conflict and upheaval, but also for expression of its higher octaves. We can choose awareness. We can use the creative thrust of this energy to help others unplug from the Matrix, without us having to explain the whole scenario to their conscious minds.

This is a game of energy, a game of the heart, a game of Divine Love.

New World Coming

In the wake of the Uranus/Pluto conjunction, Cass Elliot rang the message forth with her magnificent voice. Indeed, “There’s a new world coming”, but as noted in the earlier paraphrase of the Crosby, Stills and Nash tune Long Time Gone, it feels like it has been a long time coming. It appears to be a long long long long time before the dawn, but appearances can be deceiving.

Regardless of our perceptions of time, the dawn has arrived and the time is now. Again, this is only the third of seven exact squares of Uranus to Pluto, but the third time can be a charm.

One way or another, this powerful astrological aspect will recycle the old world and usher in a new reality. Those who would impose a “New World Order” using the old world ideologies and methods will run the risk of casting themselves into the cosmic recycle bin. Their vision of tyrannical dystopia is not new, and is not a true order. The old world has existed in an extremely narrow frequency band, and all we need to do is expand our awareness beyond that limited range.

Welcome to the game of transcendence. Let’s play.

Timothy Glenn
http://soulpurposereadings.com/

Jon Rappoport ~ Why didn’t the US just attack Afghanistan with Monsanto GMO’s?

One of Jon’s best, imho. He’s a modern day Jonathan Swift with his own “Modest Proposal.”

Why didn’t the US just attack Afghanistan with Monsanto GMOs?

By Jon Rappoport

May 1, 2013

http://www.nomorefakenews.com

It would have been so simple. Flood Afghanistan with Monsanto GMOs. Truckloads of seeds. Tanks full of Roundup herbicide. Result? Nutritionally deficient food crops, chronic disease, poisoning with Roundup. Perfect.

And we know how to do it, because we’ve been doing it to ourselves for almost 20 years. We’ve got it down.

GMO ballot labeling initiatives in Afghanistan? Are you kidding?

Plus…and this is a big winner, Monsanto scientists could have developed a GMO poppy seed. Throw those babies in the growing fields and you’d have gotten some Franken-opium variety. Wildly unpredictable effects. And sprayed with Roundup? Junkies all over the world would rather go cold turkey than shoot that stuff.

Actually, I had a comprehensive plan for closing out the war. It would have worked like a charm. Somehow, the Pentagon wasn’t interested. Now it’s just an historical oddity, a could-have-been. Some day, scholars might cite it in their assessments of US efforts in that far-flung region.

For posterity’s sake, read it. And weep, you Pentagon fools.

Pull all the troops out. Everybody knows we’d have to stay there forever. Kill Taliban, they hide, we leave, they come back. Why go up against that? Just vacate the country.

Then…put a winner of a plan into effect. Something that actually makes sense.

Start easy. From hundreds of planes, drop fast food all over Afghanistan. Burgers. Fishsticks. McMuffins. Legs, breasts, wings. It’s a good intro. Lightens everybody up a little. Two weeks of chicken done right.

Then, from those same planes—candy. Fifty thousand tons of gum drops, jelly beans, Almond Joy, Reese. Hell, Reese all by itself is unstoppable.

Sugar! You’re telling me people can resist sugar? They’ll be scooping that stuff up off the frozen ground. In high mountain areas, tribes live on lichen cooked over yak turds. All of a sudden, here come 20 colors of jelly beans out of the sky!

Give them enough sugar, and they’ll be running in circles one minute and lying back and napping the next. It’s a law of biology.

A month of heavenly candy.

Then next, a million cases of various diet sodas dumped out of our planes. Aspartame! Weird those dudes out. Three months of diet-everything. They won’t be able to find their way back to their yurts. They’ll be bumping into rocks and trees, howling at the moon.

Now comes the heavy action. Carpet bomb the whole country with little TV sets. And beam in soaps, Judge Judy, Rachel Ray, Dave and Jay, Oprah, Little House on the Prairie reruns, Law and Order, CSI, and wait for it—sports! Soccer, and, you guessed it, women’s beach volleyball! Amazons wearing almost nothing running on sand, hour after hour!

“Hey, Ahmed, it’s time for the Friday night tribe meeting.”

“Shh! Beach volleyball! Then Victoria and Billy just adopted a baby. She can’t have kids. Billy paid two million for a little girl. But it’s actually Daisy’s baby. Nobody knows it!”

The fabric of Afghan society comes apart at the seams.

US planes fly over with a few million cases of Prozac, Zoloft, Paxil, and Ritalin. Open the bomb-bay doors. Drop those suckers right down the slot. And tranqs! Valium! Old stocks of Librium.

On the ground, pills and capsules everywhere. You can’t walk by without picking a few up and swallowing them. It’s another law of nature.

So after a few more months, you’ve got the whole country hooked on meds. They’re weaving and wobbling and gnashing their teeth, when they aren’t completely zoned. A suicide problem begins to develop.

And finally, out of those blessed US planes comes the coup de grace. A few million computers. Wireless. Afghanistan is online, which means—that’s right—porn! Porn and gambling!

This, in a matter of, oh, six months, will totally destroy the Afghan culture, such as it is. You see, my friends, we’ve got weapons we didn’t know we had. Real weapons!

So we let all this simmer for a while. We let things take their natural course. We’re out of there. Not a single US casualty is being sustained.

And then, just to make sure we have the entire country enveloped and warped beyond repair, the CIA begins to broadcast, through all those TV sets and computers—take a deep breath—ready?—the AFGHAN HOME SHOPPING NETWORK!

Boom!

Oh yes, my friends, where there’s a will, there’s a way. Don’t bother bringing up the fact that the Afghan people don’t have money. They’ll find money! They’ll sell each other if they have to! They’ll pawn their yaks and rifles and take out second mortgages on their shacks and huts and yurts.

The Afghan Home Shopping Network won’t be denied. Shampoos, soap on a string, Kleenex, shower caps, earrings, toe rings, rugs, couches, square-dance instruction CDs, kitchen knives, scarves, fans, belts, undies, shoes, pet food, bird houses, pot holders, battery operated hair dryers, perfume, books on tape, storage containers, stockings, lipstick, eye shadow, bathrobes, self-improvement tapes, bracelets…

Victory.

Absolute conquest.

And not a shot fired.

And when the population begins to develop all sorts of serious symptoms from this campaign, as they surely will, we send in the doctors and the shrinks, and they diagnose! They diagnose diseases and illnesses and disorders from here to Sunday, and they prescribe more (toxic) drugs.

It’s a party.

We do to the Afghans what has been done to us.

Because you see, that’s the pattern. We know it intimately, because we’ve bought into it ourselves.

We’re already that kind of society. Who better to impose it on another population?

And when the people of Afghanistan are softened up, poisoned, and wrecked, we bring in the US public education system and install it. That way we pick up the few remaining holdouts, the kids who have this crazy idea that they want to think for themselves, and we bury them under social programming.

We get those kids collecting aluminum cans and cheering for the 50 or 60 vaccines they’re getting pumped into their already-weakened immune systems. At age six, we teach them the 206 sexual positions described in various ancient texts. We teach them everything equals everything and they must tolerate and respect and celebrate every conceivable point of view.

It’s a blast.

We fly planes over the country dumping chemtrails, and we put fluorides into every water system, to reduce IQ, increase compliance, and promote bone loss.

Now we’re ready for major media outlets. You know, newspapers and TV news networks that do 24/7 he-said he-said and quotes from experts. Beautiful.

And then we can have free elections with candidates from the two major parties. They grin and lie and run for office and people argue and vote and it doesn’t make any difference.

The war is over, no US troops died, no bullets were fired, no bombs were dropped, and everybody’s happy—depending on your definition of happy.

Every once in a while, when the Afghan people start to come out of their trance, the CIA stages a local massacre and the media go crazy. A demand for greater surveillance is invented.

From the high mountain ranges to the lowlands, we’ve got 100 or 200 million video cameras recording everybody, all phone conversations and emails are monitored, and thousands of drones overhead blanket the country with electronic eyeballs.

The government takes away guns. US guns, black-market guns, old Soviet guns, muskets, and stingers, scooped up and shipped to drug cartels for a handsome profit.

All food crops, all trees, all bushes, all weeds, all grass in the country are GMO. The city of Kabul is renamed Monsanto.

It works, it really does.

Pacification, modern style.

Then, back here at home, the Pentagon can take those assets they no longer need for foreign wars…add them to the present considerable DHS arsenal, and deploy them on the domestic front against the restive population, when necessary.

I hereby give the Smithsonian Institute the right to publish, store, and display my Afghanistan war plan along side other military memorabilia.

Sanity deserves a place in history.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at http://www.nomorefakenews.com