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A R C H I V E S
Thanks
for
visiting.
January 17, 2000
Look
to the numbers,
and the dawning Light
. . . With
a couple of weeks of millennium under my belt, the observations are stacking
up. First of all, I've noticed a significant shift in "vibes" from 1999,
which was a Number Seven personal year, to the new Number Eight essence.
Seven is an introspective energy, and, since it is my Destiny Number,
I had the tendency during the year to become mired and lose a balance
outlook. 2000 is clearly a more extroverted year for me, with ramifications
in business and social affairs already taking hold. Perhaps I'm also experiencing
a certain release from a preoccupation with "Y2K Bug" matters, felt as
the lifting of a perceived weight or burden. All the preparations were
an interesting, and in my opinion, valuable exercise. Any time I face
the possibility of a crash with realism and practicality and take steps
to become more self-reliant, I reach a new level of confidence and emotional
equilibrium. As a confirmed crashologist I am determined to survive the
unforeseen, but I don't want to get hopelessly attached to the survivalist
mentality. It took a little while, but I finally put my finger on explaining
the odd, post-new-years melancholy. If one believes that the corrupt elite
will not be toppled from power without the self-cleansing, corrective
aspects of an economic collapse, then it is possible to set oneself up
for disappointment when the "event" does not occur. It is appropriate
to avoid such twisted attitudes in favor of cautious optimism, especially
if the Divine Hand has fashioned a crash-free transition to a new and
better age of universal justice and soul liberation (the True Millennium).
And yet the torrent of returning karma is all around us. There is no way
for the non-deluded to ignore it. Our protection comes from a Higher Power.
Do not neglect the humble, daily request. Without it we are helpless.
January
22 , 1990
Ten years ago . . .
. . . Dana
left for Dayton today and suddenly I had a profound sense of solitude
and the desire to get back to basics. Worked on the upstairs of the Town
House and rode out to the Valley with James afterwards, filling him in
on my new focus on business image. It was nice to experience a Greystone
birthday. Grandybo had a sore throat and wanted to get back to the Hall
early. We talked about guns and he told some old stories. Somehow we ended
up looking through old dresser drawers. I think maybe he thought he might
run across the old .32-caliber revolver that belonged to his father--the
same one with the grip safety that Grandy almost accidentally shot his
brother with (probably stolen years before at Dixonwood during the illicit
party--bad karma). Mombo came home late from a church meeting and we discussed
recent developments. There is a strange, yet welcome, "newness"
about the day that I must harness for good use. I wish I could put my
finger on it, but today seems like a very significant day.
