In Eugeneology the Age of Aquarius will bring about a real new world order in Race, Religion, Politics, Sex and Money – I think we’re there!
Siri Singh Sahib Harbhajan Singh Khalsa Yogiji, known as Yogi Bhajan, taught that The Age of Aquarius began on November 11, 1991 and fully transitioned from Pisces on November 20, 2011.
Be careful what your neighbor wishes for. The Irishman moved in across the hall about a month after we set up our expat tent in Antalya. The Irishman, a 72 country lifestyle explorer, extolled our good fortune and insight for selecting first Turkey, second Antalya and third the untapped gentrification bounties that awaited us in our new backyard. I showed him the recently completed $250,000 duplex in the next block down our alley wide street.
“That’s ridiculous, at $1,500/m2, that’s way above market price. What we need is a bomb.”
“Drive all the tourists away and lower real estate prices.”
This is why God invented whiskey, so the Irish wouldn’t rule the world. However, my own hedonistic wishes have become cautionary tales. What fun is it being an expat in Fiji, Bali, Malta, or the Maldives after a month or two, it’s the same-o, same-o all day, every day. Turkey is the nexus of civilization but after the June 7th election, the bombing began in Alanya the next town east of us, the refugee babies washed ashore on Bodrum, (Turkey’s Cape Cod}, now the nexus is looking more like the casket of civilization.
Not to worry the Irishman still has his whiskey, and in dollar terms our rent keeps getting cheaper. According to ISIS”s interpretation of the Koran the end of the world happens in Istanbul. The 2012 Mayan prediction didn’t pan out unless they were referring to Obama’s reelection. I’m going to go with Friday, January 20th 2017 if Hillary gets inaugurated. But not to worry even if Trump is elected we are, since November 20th 2011, in the Age of Aquarius.
The Age of Aquarius is causing great turmoil, to make room for the new values of love, brotherhood, unity and integrity. Everything with Piscean values is being exposed and taken down. This includes governments, corporations, individuals, and even personal relationships. Many call this a disaster, as the world appears to be falling apart, but is it?
The Aquarian Age points to the direction of our own evolution in consciousness. We are each being asked to make a choice. We can cling to the old outdated values or adopt the new evolving ones. Our happiness and peace depends on our choice. The change will take place whether we like it or not. By Sandra Weaver
This is not going to sit well in Eugene but it is karmic payback for electing Obama. Not to worry we’re all going to like the Age of Aquarius. But before we get there Trump, June FOURTEENTH (3d) the Day of GUTSY CONFRONTATION has to “stir the pot.”
An Illuminati spokesperson, explaining what happened on the November 9, 2016 election of Trump: “God intervened.”
Trump, is in his Uranus period of life ages 65 – 77 and the astrologers since Olney H. Richmond invented the card system in 1910 have made the Astrology Readings, readable.
NINE of Clubs Uranus Glymph QUEEN of Hearts
Your Thirteen-Year Nine of Clubs Period 2011 to 2024
This can be a period of disappointment and loss or one of spiritual fulfillment. And how you experience it will be determined mostly by your level of spiritual awareness. Most people in today’s world consider Nines to be the worst cards in the deck. This is because Nines represent endings and most of us do not like endings. But this card can also mean mental enlightenment. The Nine of Clubs literally means ‘completion of plans or ideas’. When this card appears, it will signal a time when some ideas, ways of thinking or communicating, or some personal plans of yours are ready to end. If you choose to resist this ending, you will experience great disappointment, stubbornly holding on to ways of thinking, ideas, beliefs, or plans that are no longer useful or helpful to you. If it seems that things are going against you when this card is present, it is probably because you are resisting letting go of some of these things, that, are no longer serving your highest good.
On the positive side, you are ready to awaken to a new and higher way of thinking that will be better than you have imagined. The Nine of Clubs has been known to signal a time when powerful spiritual experiences may occur, such as universal consciousness, and indicates the success of any endeavors that involve spreading higher truths to the world.
The underlying Queen of Hearts says that love, sex, family and children will also play prominent roles in your life at this time. You could even experience a ‘love of a lifetime’.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we …
Coming to Antalya, Turkey is the first time I have wandered off the path of least resistance. Did I want to go in the military in the Vietnam era – are you kidding me – Nixon made that decision for me. Did I want to get married? Of course not but did I want an open marriage, of course not. Did I want to be a goat farmer and live in the countryside? I hadn’t thought about it but at the time it seemed like a good idea, so why not. Did I want to be a widower? No way Jose. Did I want to go to China, well it was either that or sleep on my sister’s couch. Did I want to move lock, stock & barrel to Turkey? Never had it on my expat bucket list but when Jane Marie came back from Seoul with the suggestion, I was all for it.
First time ever for an unforced decision. I didn’t have to send out 500 CV/Resumes to get one offer to go to Egypt. The personnel office didn’t call me up and ask me to move to Sao Paulo. I didn’t haft to go to Cleveland for six miserable winters to atone for my fiscal sins in Brazil. What a scary thought, a no back-against-the-wall critical choice to make on which way to go. Scarier still, no employer or place to live at the end of the path but Antalya here we come with our 40 boxes of stuff.
We left Yantai, China, February 13th, on Azerbaijani Air leaving our friends to oversee loading our household effects aboard the good ship, Hansa Augsburg. April 16th it docked in Istanbul and after we paid the $2,000 ransom our 40 boxes decorated our hallway for Mother’s Day. Our conscious decision journey from China to Turkey was complete, now what do we do?
I know, let’s do ESL and Toastmasters. That worked well in China, where only 0.73% speak English, there are almost 600 Toastmasters clubs and every Tiger mom wants her single child in an English as a Second Language training school. Wikipedia says that 17% of the Turks speak English; there are two Toastmasters clubs in Ankara, four in Istanbul and praise Allah, a Turkish Toastmasters club in Antalya.
The secret ingredient, in our new Secret Ingredient Soup, is Antalya is a super-affordable, international Scottsdale, Arizona – that is after you get your stuff off the boat and out of customs. Our new ex-Navy neighbors from Ft. Worth, sold their 20 year career collection of goods in Albuquerque, packed their bags and moved to Antalya with three daughters because, “It is the nicest best place to retire on a military pension.” Therefore the secret ingredient this time around the ESL-Toastmasters barn, is expats want to retire here, unlike Cleveland or China.
- St.Nicholas’ Birthplace, Patara, Antalya
- St.Nicholas Church, Antalya
- Ancient Nicea, Iznik, Bursa
- Early Christian Settlement, Cappadocia
- Seven Churches of the Revelation (Ephesus, Pergamon, Smyrna, Laodicea, Sardis, Philadelphia, Thyatira)
- Assyrian Orthodox Church of Virgin Mary, Diyarbakir
- Bulgarian Church of Sweti George, Edirne
- St.Peter’s Grotto, Hatay
- Orthodox Patriarchate and Cathedral, Istanbul
- Hagia Sophia, Istanbul
- Hagia Eirene, Istanbul
- Chora Church, Istanbul
- Theotokos Pammakaristos Church, Istanbul
- House of Virgin Mary, Selcuk, Izmir
- Deyrulzafaran Monastery, Mardin
- Mor Gabriel Monastery, Mardin
- Alahan Monastery, Mersin
- St.Paul’s Well, Tarsus, Mersin
- Sumela Monastery, Trabzon
- Hagia Sophia Museum, Trabzon
- Akdamar Church, Van
Get What You Paid For
Point: Learn to speak (ESL Drama), as well as how to speak (Toastmasters)
Reason: 99% join to learn to speak, 50% quit when they can’t
Example: Even a ‘taught to test’ IELTS 7 can’t function in an English only classroom
Point: Learn to speak through drama and contrived experiences.
On Mooney Avenue we had fifty-four kids the Catholics: Boomie Shields’ mom birthed 17, the Greiwe’s 5, the Macke’s 7, the Protestants: Schultz’s six, Andre Le Claire, my love-hate peer had a younger brother and sister, Larry Patterson, in my sister’s age group had one sister, the Shirley’s were three, Greg Wilson had an older brother and a sister my age, the blond beautiful Peckstein family had a female threesome. Then there was Skip Gasch, an only child living with his divorced mother and her parents. Oh, Mr. Wilson, Greg’s dad wasn’t there either after a divorce. That left Johnny Brady and his sister going to the Christian Missionary Alliance church on Sundays – they got, the not quite normal curse for not being allowed to dance or play cards but at least they came under the Protestant umbrella of socially accepted religious faiths.
But, oh no, sister Sue and I received the karmic curse of ‘not believing in doctors’ because we were Christian Scientists. I got a B+ instead of an A+ on my health report for Mrs. Heath’s fifth grade class because I was too embarrassed to not list my family physician on the cover and I was too afraid to put Ms. Francis Fischman on there as our C.S. Practicioner.
My first grade experience of religious uniqueness had the school doctor sticking a tongue depressor in 43 fellow classmates’ mouths with an ‘Ah’ here and an ‘Ah’ there until he got to me. I was too terrified to be inhibited, so I screamed No, No, No! Esther, also known as my mother, told me not to believe in doctors. Sadder yet, I was fifty before I could tell her that I didn’t not believe in doctors, but I had had more than enough of Christian Science or in any religion, organized or unorganized.
Being a member of cult – if you use another book in addition to the Bible e.g. “Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures,” by Mary Baker Eddy – wasn’t such a big problem in high school because the Catholics all went to Xavier and Walnut Hills was one third Jewish, one third black and one third Wasp. Until my sister came along three years later, I was the only cult guy in the 2,000 student body.
I didn’t run into any of those Islamic dudes until I was 42 and I went to work for USAID in Egypt. Every taxi ride conversation started off with, “where are you from?”
“Are you Christian?”
Well, what was I supposed to say? Technically, I’m in a Christian cult and at 42, I still haven’t got nerve enough to tell Esther that I don’t believe in any of that religion sh*t. So, I said, “okay I’m Christian.
“Your country is run by the Jews.”
My throttled response would have been: “If you hadn’t runoff all your Jews I’m certain Egypt wouldn’t be scrapping bottom on the GDP/per capita scale.”
Finally, the last two weeks of my 13 month stay, I found the perfect response to where are you from, “Brazil.” It was like the second coming of Mohammed, every taxi driver welcomed me with et-fa-dahl, et-fa-dahl, even stopping at the nearest soft drink stand for a complimentary coke, tea or coffee. The Egyptians, don’t want to be called Arabs, wished they could speak French, think the Italians are humorous, and obviously love the Brazilians.
When I became a New Home Sales Counselor (a used car salesman in coat and tie) in a melting pot subdivision in suburban Houston, I learned the inside scoop on Islam. My three block ladder shaped sales territory had a Sunni mosque on the east end, a Shia one on the west end, Houston’s largest Evangelical Black church on the south and fringed by Houston’s 30% Hispanic community. One day I looked out my second floor office at Meshaq, Shadrach and Abendago. The seventh son of the Holy Father, (pictured next to Modi, the new leader of India) the son’s number two and their realtor, all wearing white pajamas and white with gold trim caps. They loved my model home, so much that they wanted to buy it furnishings and all.
Shallow salesman me, runs down there groveling with et-fa-dahls and all but converts to Islam. Meshaq and gang were Dahwoodi Bohras (Urdu: داؤدی بوہرہ, also spelled Daudi Bohra), one of 72 varieties of Islam, referred to as the Jews of the Islamic world, with major enclaves in London, Kenya, Bombay, Detroit and now Houston.
The Bohra’s became my best and most favorite customers in the neighborhood. They built the most expensive home, paid for the whole thing in $10,000 money orders, bought another home for their sheikh and installed the first pee-on-the-floor toilet in ‘Pioneer Homes’ history. When I complained to my Boston French-Portuguese boss that he had given me the ugliest ‘2650 Stockdale’ spec home to sell, he replied, “there was always an ass for every seat.” After my third sale of a squat (Asian) toilet to the Bohra crowd, I boasted at our Monday morning sales meeting, “now boss, we have a seat for every ass.”
The Sunni mosque brought me two Palestinian engineers and their families and my all-time favorite a Pakistani ship captain who ferried busted freighters from the Med through the Suez to Karachi. We commiserated over his dealings with a thieving Egyptian crew and my Bill Murray, “Ground Hog’s Day” repetitive taxi driver interrogations. I interrogated the Bohra’s about their beef with the Sunni’s and vice-a-versa the Sunni’s grudge with the Shiites. I listened to my Vietnamese AOTOCAD Jock’s war stories of fleeing Thai pirates on his open sea voyage to the Philippines. I quizzed my Krishna Indian family about karma and dharma. I taught Browns, Blacks, Whites and Off-Whites, how they could buy a brand new home for little or nothing down. They taught me that each person’s faith or religious philosophy belonged to them and came about from the culture in which they were nurtured.
My culture was surviving as a nurtured Christian Scientist among the Catholics and Protestants on Mooney Avenue. My passive-aggressive satirical humor was threatening Esther with, “I want to go to Notre Dame and become a doctor.” Marion aka my father, encouraged my passive-aggressive anti-religious behavior by dropping us off at church, picking us up afterwards but not attending services himself. He smoked, didn’t drink anything stronger than coffee and offered no opinion on religion. When I went off to Walnut Hills High School his counsel was, “If you don’t learn from the Jews, you won’t learn anything.”
Save for one snow day, I had a six-year perfect attendance record at Walnut Hills. My extra-curricular, after school, commitment was to never miss a single episode of “The Mickey Mouse Club”. My meta-physical, mind over matter, you don’t believe in doctors, nurturing in a Judeo-Christian culture left me socially retarded. What I did learn from the Jews, was their universal penchant for scholastic achievement. My religion stressed, “Therefore, man is not material, he is Spiritual.” I ended up near the top of the bottom third, 218/305 of my WHHS ’61 Class, while suffering headaches (self-criticism) after Sunday school class because of my failure to reconcile what appears real is unreal.
Mr. Blum, counselled, me my senior year that college would free me from my Childhood Neurosis: “psychosocial-dwarfism,” in my case a fear of growing up.
Psychosocial short stature (PSS) is a disorder of growth failure and/or delayed puberty of infancy, childhood, and adolescence that is observed in association with emotional deprivation, a pathologic psychosocial environment, or both. A disturbed relationship between child and caregiver is usually noted.
Blum was right because my first year I was introduced to Psych 101. When I went home to share my new found knowledge, Esther was worried that I would transfer to Notre Dame and be a Psychiatrist. Esther knew for sure that Mary Baker Eddy had written of the dangers of Mesmerism, Animal Magnetism and Psychology. She was somewhat relieved that the taboo belief was spelled P-h-r-e-n-o-l-o-g-y, not P-s-y-c-h-o-l-o-g-y.
However, I wasn’t completely healed of psychosocial dwarfism until I left 3531 Mooney Avenue for the Sigma Chi Fraternity house. There, I discovered my true calling, hedonism. Amazingly enough, I was able to faithfully maintain a hedonistic lifestyle for the next four years and still graduate with a BS of Architecture. More amazing was joining the Marine Corps, via the Vietnam Era draft, and not having to surrender to a foxhole conversion to some other religious curriculum. Unfortunately, ever man and woman must revisit their childhood between the ages of 45 to 55. That means everybody, Christians, Agnostics, Muslims, Jews, Atheists, Democrats, Republicans, Kings, Presidents, Queens, Prime Ministers, even Hedonists and Jack-Christian Scientists.
Thus, at the tender age of 48.2 I discovered psycho-therapy, Alcoholics Anonymous and Prozac. If, Mary Baker Eddy had lived past 1910, she probably would have put out an addendum to Phrenology, Mesmerism, Animal Magnetism and Psycho-Anything-ism. I told Esther that I was now free of religion in any shape or form even though my socio-cultural being still resided at 3531 Mooney Avenue. firstname.lastname@example.org
Our childhood experiences become ingrained on our amygdala, our lizard brain, our control center for ‘fight or flight’ decisions. We look to our spouse, boss, partner or audience to heal us from our fears. Steve Jobs’ unwed mother placed her son with a college educated couple, who rejected him before signing the papers. Apple fired Jobs from the company he founded so Steve’s worst fears of Rejection came true in adulthood.
There is a collective amygdala that appears every four years in US presidential elections. Who is the lesser of two evils, the Democrat or the Republican. 2016 like 1968 offers an amygdala trifecta, who or what do we fear the most?
In 1968 it was Vietnam, 2016 is about the money. Tricky Dick promised to end the war and save your money. The Democrats couldn’t decide which lesser evil to go with so Humphrey got the call. Now, two-thirds of Americans got no money and no hope of getting any, anytime soon. Hillary and Trump are in a virtual tie for winning Boehner’s Lucifer award.
Today’s Millennial Generation was born between 1984 and 2004 Thirty-five to Fifteen Years Old
Hillary is the self-anointed guardian of the money pot, the status quo. Trump champions those willing to fight to get their job back or at least elect him as their mini-dictator. The Millennials look to Bernie, like the under 30 crowd pledged allegiance to Eugene McCarthy, to overthrow the system or at least re-democratize governance along the lines of, “by the people, for the people.”
What’s confusing the public’s collective amygdala this time around is everybody has a “dog in the fight.” Trump’s voters lost their dog or they’re afraid Bill & Hillary only care about their own kennel club.
Hillary’s FOB (friends of Bill) Blob is afraid Bernie and Liz Warren are going to get in there and completely destroy the capitalist system they have created in their own image and likeness.
The amygdala is the mediator between the left and right brain, between the thinking and emotional decision-making apparatus of our physical being. Hillary and Trump bring out our worst fears on either side of our heads but the Bern has 99% of the heart side. Even the one per-centers agree that the economy is royally screwed up but no one, especially the Federal Reserve, knows how to fix it. The best spin on the 2016 Three Dog Fight is the power of three, two wrongs don’t make a right but it takes three to make a rational, well-informed consensus decision.
He’s Got a ‘Chip’ on His Shoulder
The permission to remove surplus timber for firewood or building material was a substantial perk of the job for the dock workers. A subsequent standing order, in May 1753, ruled that only chips that could be carried under one arm were allowed to be removed. This limited the amount of timber that could be taken and the shipwrights were not best pleased about the revoking of their previous benefit. Three years later, for this and other reasons, they went on strike.
Hattendorf, Knight et al., in British Naval Documents, 1204 – 1960, record a letter which was sent by Chatham Dockyard officers to the Navy Board, relating to the 1756 dockyard workers’ strike at Chatham. The letter records a comment made by a shipwright who was stopped at the yard’s gates: “Are not the chips mine? I will not lower them.”
“In the second grade I actually gave a teacher a black eye — I punched my music teacher because I didn’t think he knew anything about music and I almost got expelled.” – Trump
“What difference, at this point, does it make?”
NINE of Hearts: The GIVER of LOVE Card: This is a card of great fulfillment, great loss, or both. This card, and its karma card, the Seven of Diamonds, are both spiritual numbers and the fulfillment that comes is rarely personal until all personal desires are set aside and in their proper place. This is the double Saturn card – these people cannot deviate from what is true and “right” without swift, and sometimes bitter, rebuke. All nines have come to settle affairs and debts from the past, to pay what they owe and move on. For the Nine of Hearts, there will be some completions or endings of key relationships that mark their completion of certain “soul chapters”. If these endings are resisted, they will turn to disappointment and loss. Their life path is full of spiritual lessons. Those that heed the call and adhere to higher values will have seemingly blessed lives, while those who give into their fears and escapist tendencies will suffer greatly. They are givers, endowed with great minds and hearts to share with the world.
Your Karma Cards are the: Seven of Diamonds – This card is your cosmic twin and the one with whom you share the strongest karmic link. Ace of Clubs, Two of Hearts, King of Spades, Jack of Hearts, Eight of Clubs – You are also connected to these cards and will often find one or more of them in your life. You all share a somewhat ‘fixed’ nature.
John Leslie “Jackie” Coogan was an American actor who began his movie career as a child actor in silent films. Charlie Chaplin’s film classic The Kid made him one of the first child stars in film history. October 26, 1914, Los Angeles, CA.
October TWENTY-SIXTH the Day of ORGANIZATIONAL COHESION: Those born on October 26 have a talent for reforming and running all sorts of organizations, whether clubs, athletic teams, church groups businesses or even larger political units. Usually filling a leadership role or at the very least an important advisory position, those born on this day have a knack for welding together a smoothly operating unit. Although quite capable of acting on their own, they really shine when engaged in projects with colleagues and co-workers. Usually October 26 people find a way to put their personal mark on any such endeavor, while still placing the good of the group before all else.
They are not, however, fond of sacrificing their private goals or desires and may therefore seek situations where their own personal success is intimately entwined with the fortune of the group.
STRENGTHS: Group-Conscious, Financially Astute, Organized
WEAKNESSES: Dour, Repressive, Rigid
HILLARY’S Karmic Path: 32 The Way of INNOCENCE – Charm to Natural: Those individuals on the Way of Innocence are here to drop the façade of their public persona in favor of a purer, unaffected approach to life, one where they express themselves as naturally and directly as possible.
Born with an innate belief that they are unworthy of love, those on this path grapple with the fear of revealing their true selves to others.
Adept at artfulness and getting what they want and need through non direct means, they are extremely charming, albeit determined individuals.
Often subjected to undue criticisms and unfair assessments of their characters, those on the Way of Innocence have learned to shield themselves from hurt by being guarded and secretive.
As they overcome their feelings of unworthiness and learn to trust in a higher power to protect them, those on this path can begin to reveal who they are to the world. Becoming more colorful and fun loving, these men and women will surprise others as they adopt a devil-may-care attitude. Returning to a more innocent way of being in the world, with a more spontaneous expression of their creativity and zest for life, the men and women on this path will discover that they serve as an inspiration to many.
SUGGESTION: Confront the fear of rejection. Be aware of how indirect you can be. Try to become more attuned to nature’s rhythms. Temper imagination with practicality. Splash some color into your life.
BALANCE POINT: Worldliness and Innocence
NOTABLES: Hillary Clinton, Audrey Hepburn, Mother Teresa, Stephen Spielberg, Frank Gehry (Frank Lloyd Wright of today), Andre Previn, Burt Bacharach, Janet Jackson, Anne Frank, June Carter Cash, Mike Tyson, Henry David Thoreau, Adam Sandler, Stephen King, Kevin Kline, John Philip Sousa, Johnny Bench, Henry Miller, J.R.R.Tolkein, Benjamin Franklin, Edna St.Vincent Millay.
CORE LESSON: Trusting that there is an abundance and love life
GOAL: Becoming more aligned with their own energies and more direct
RELEASE: The fear of disapproval
REWARD: The joy of answering only to themselves
Gifts: Steady – Charming – Resourceful
Pitfalls: Rebellious – Repressed – Closed
Hillary was wounded it the ATTACHMENT stage of childhood development and so was Bill. They are the perfectly matched adolescent couple, Bill the AVOIDER and Hillary the quint-ultimate CLINGER.
ATTACHMENT STAGE (0-18 months)
Bill The AVOIDER: Minimizer, Rigid Boundaries
Basic Fear (Wound): Contact may lead to emotional and physical rejection, loss of self through contact with parent (partner).
Internal Message: Don’t be
Core Belief: I have no right to exist
Relationship Belief: I will be hurt if I initiate contact with you
Image of Partner: Demanding, all consuming
Relationship to Partner: Detached; avoidant
Core Issue: Too much togetherness; too many feelings; too much chaos
Typical Frustration: You hate me; you feel too much
Recurrent Feeling: Terror and rage
Conflict Management: Hyper-rational; avoidant; passive/aggressive withdrawal and coldness
Growth Challenge: Claim right to be; initiate emotional and physical contact; express feelings; increase body awareness and sensory contact with environment
Hillary The CLINGER: Maximizer, Diffuse Boundaries
Basic Fear (Wound): Separation and abandonment; loss of self through loss of contact with parent (partner)
Internal Message Don’t need me
Core Belief: I can’t get my needs met
Relationship Belief: I am safe if I hold on to you
Image of Partner: Unavailable; has no feelings; a rock wall
Relationship to Partner: Clinging; demanding; attempts to fuse
Core Issue: Separateness
Typical Frustration: You are never there
Recurrent Feeling: Voracious rage and terror
Conflict Management: Hyper-emotional, uncompromising; demanding, then giving in
Growth Challenge: Let go; do things on your own; negotiate
Hillary’s cards for 26 October 2015-2016 are:
Her Ego Focus, the ACE of Hearts is on a new love relationship, this has already happened with the arrival of Chelsea’s second child. Hillary has truly let down her steel emotional barrier with her grandchildren.
Hillary’s challenge this year, symbolized by the TEN of Hearts Pluto Card, is success with people, she is successful with enough people to become the nominated presidential candidate for the Democratic Party. This is indicated by her TWO of Spades Result/Reward Card, the Business Partnership Card.
The cards are synchronized to the birth year in Hillary’s case we must examine her future October 26, 2016 to October 26, 2017 to see what’s up by November 8, 2016 and beyond. Hilary in her 69th year becomes the QUEEN of Clubs, The Mother of INTUITION and realizes her spiritual essence in the process of becoming the 45th President.
June FOURTEENTH The Day of GUTSY CONFRONTATION: The determined and intense people born on June 14 are very sharp in their observations and assessment of what goes on around them. They are usually strongly opinionated, loyal, and demonstrate great courage when fighting the good fight, the honorable battle. They are forceful and convincing when presenting their ideas and opinions, and because they understand human nature all too well, capable of mercilessly exposing hypocrisy and pretense.
When I complained to first wife, that half of my AA meetings were filled with sharing of relationship troubles, she replied, “that’s because you don’t know what a relationship is.” I asked second wife do you think I know anything about relationships? Her response, “yes, you taught me about relationships.” Confidently, I told prospective third wife that I was 90% well-adjusted when it comes to this relationship stuff. After a year of tearful daily emotional evisceration, I was only confident about one thing, Eckhart Tolle was right. “Relationships aren’t meant to make you happy, they’re to help you grow up.”
Longing for the nurturing wing of second wife, the encouraging visits with the psycho-therapist, the first time experience of wearing one pant leg in the family business and most importantly the money, put a gigantic rock in my path of least resistance. Forget growing up in a relationship raz-ma-taz. Forget psycho-therapy I couldn’t even come up with a buck for an AA meeting. The last time I was in a fix this bad was between first and second wives’ relationships but then a $5/hr. job as a beverage counselor – “you look like a Miller Lite kinda-guy” – at a Shell service station sustained me. Then 48 now, 63 the old geezer minimum wage jobs were impossible to find. Worser still I was once again at the bottom #22 on Esther and Jerry Hick’s Emotional Guidance System:
I got down on my knees and prayed. I meditated by walking 3 hours a day– old geezers walk, not jog – but my two home brewed affirmations did the trick. I’m not sure which one was most effective a) “If money were no object, I’d be on a jet plane to Kathmandu,” or b) “All the vaginas in China aren’t worth this shit.” Maybe they overlapped, anyway, a month later I was on a jet plane to China, not Kathmandu.
China is not a country for old men, you are too old for the women you want to marry and the ones that do want to marry you don’t speak English. I spent five years wishing it weren’t so but only proved to myself that, “not being in a relationship makes you unhappy and only helps you grow older.”
I tried bridging the cross-cultural divide by reading John Gray’s manual: Mars and Venus in Touch. But the most sage advice came
Women Need to Receive
Men Need to Receive
from a New Yorker at an AA meeting in Hong Kong. After listening to my woe-is-me dissertation on relationships he gave me the straight scoop. “men want a mommy with sex privileges.” This explained everything, maybe my first wife didn’t want to be my mommy and the China oldies that offered to be my mommy, I rejected linguistically speaking.
My best ESL teacher ‘bud’ had one of those Chinese mommy arrangements and even though she could speak good English, he complained about the lack of in depth conversation, her single parent status and the extended family to infinity and beyond.
I contemplated for awhile on this mommy with sex privileges idea, but each month looking for the privilege without the tangling alliances became more challenging. Prostitution, cheap and readily available in China was tempting but that left out the mommy part. I got down on my knees again, horizontal meditation this time around, walking in China requires constant vigilance, to watch your step and the state of mindfulness is continuously disrupted by “Hello’s.” In desperation I began revising my affirmations weekly.
My final revision in February 2011
“I want a XXX and XXXX XXXX,” quickly led to a putative marriage with my third wife. She didn’t want to be my mommy, said I needed a daddy, to ’spine-me-up’ from this “I want my mommy” crap and get a life. She’d cook, I’d wash the dishes and together we could have a privileged relationship. Well, I’m here to tell you in 2018 that I’m still at #1 on Esther Hicks’s Emotional Guidance System: