GCD
GCEm
I still have hope…
I still have hope
I still have hope,
And I think you are hot
I still have hope,
Even though the leaves are falling fast,
And this coming spring,
I hope to see you at last.
(Interlude) GCD
GCEm
I don’t need hope anymore…
I don’t need hope anymore
Because I know I can make things
Turn out the way
I want them to be
I don’t need hope anymore
Because I know that
You love me…
Because it’s so damn easy to see…
Financial meltdown is occurring
Financial meltdown is occurring. This is not scaremongering, this is happening around our heads right here, right now. Banks are going bankrupt. Prices are rising, jobs are being lost, people are losing their homes. The figures we know are just the tip of the iceberg. And just because it is happening slowly, with politicians and commentators debating whether it really is as bad as all that, doesn’t mean it’s not happening.
Alistair Darling the Chancellor, the man in charge of the UK economy, said “these are the worst economic conditions for 60 years.” Why would a man in charge of keeping confidence in the world’s Financial Capital, London go and say such a panic inciting thing like that? 60 years ago, there was food rationing, people were starving in the UK, people were entitled to one cup of flour, a spoon of sugar, and a slice of bacon each day.
To look around Great Britain today, you would think that Alistair Darling was making a ridiculous joke, in bad taste considering what the post war generation had available to them. There is wealth, there are huge supermarkets filled with variety, as well as quantity of food, there are jobs, and there are warm centrally heated houses.
But Darling wasn’t speaking of now, of the visible. Darling was talking about what is unseen, like a cobra beneath the night sheets. Just what is there lurking in the shadows to make the man in charge of the worlds most vibrant economy shudder and throw out warning signals? It’s like he’s insuring himself against what’s inevitably going to happen, trying to give a little cover for when the questions come home asking “why didn’t you warn us?” So he can sleep safer in the knowledge that he did warn but people did nothing to try and avert. Is Darling playing the doctor warning the obese that they are in for some health problems in the not too distant future? This is what it sounds like.
Some of the sources of the problems are easy to discern, some of them are complex, and even economists are debating amongst themselves. But whatever the actual reasons, the recession of all recessions is on its way, like a storm surge far out to sea, with the first waves already beginning to splash in the faces of the coastal dwellers.
Economies are not based on the gold standard. This is one of the reasons for the huge wealth wastage. If money is not really based on anything more than paper, there are implications. People and especially lenders and bankers are unaware of its true value. Part of the problem of the American credit crisis was this fact. It mirrors, Rome’s melting down of its gold and silver only to mix in ever increasing amounts of worthless copper and other cheap metals in their money supply during the years when their military and conquests were costing them more than the sum of their empire. Money that is based on debt rather than real wealth is worthless.
“I’ll let you be in my dream if I can bee in yours” Bob Dylan said that…but he was quoting Abraham Lincoln.
To catch dreams is pretty easy, all you need is a few feathers from wild birds, and you’ve got the makings of night after night of sweet and scary dreams. But there is a different kind of dream which is illusive and which people the world over are letting slip through the net. The dream I talk of is the one that is not really a night time thing, but the dream that you live from day to day. This is an important part of the human spirit, it is spirit, it is something that goes to the core of the soul of every person, and yet most of us allow this type of dream to slip their consciousness, slip right through, like a stone in the sea.
What happened, why did you let your dream go, why did you abandon what you thought of and aspired to? Why did you let go of the fantasy which your life was based on? The reason was that it wasn’t even a fantasy in the first place, the hope that was there was crushed because of the realisation of limitations. The truth is that when your dreams are out of bounds, when they are beyond the potential of what is possible, the dream itself is not really in line with your own inner reality, somehow it got placed there through the pervasive media barrage full of ready-made artificial, high in sugar, high in colour, but in the end sickening and over stimulating ideal.
So the ideal, the one that you grabbed from somewhere is brought down to earth. It is unfulfilled. And as time rolls on, you have to be pragmatic and adapt to the surrounding circumstances. Following dreams now seems as relevant to your life as global warming is to the weather in the UK; it rains and is cold every day no matter. The thoughts that lifted and once gave life its magic are not really there anymore, it just becomes day in, day out, time goes quickly, but at the same time nothing changes, because routine has become the world. in fact thinking of something different, or seeing something new only serves to disturb that comfortable monotony of life.
But life needs a dream. TV can provide daily doses of that “escape”, of discovering new sensations and new worlds, but it’s not really substitute to watch someone else do it, where the plot is predictable, where the words are scripted, where to have the unexpected would completely upset the balance of comfort on the sofa. What can you dream of, what is there that is worth dreaming? What illusion, what beautiful visions, can a person bring into their lives? What is there that makes life special and not meaningless?
When one dark planet crosses over another dark planet in the outer solar system, dreams can be broken. It is more than just a dream that is broken in some cases, it is a person’s idea of what life is about. When this happens, life can stop, it can turn around. It takes a shock, it takes a fright, a nightmare, a living hell sometimes for the human mind to recondition itself into a new course, and it does this remorselessly, without thought, without mercy. What the illusion of childhood was, is no longer, and if you don’t have an illusion of your own to fill in that gap, there will be a terrible gap, until you die, which you might try filling with substitutes, such as beer, or any other distraction you can think of.
The fact that your mind held illusions, beautiful visions and ideals throughout childhood, through your youth, through your young life, means that they are capable of holding these visions again. Just because you lose Faith, lose hope, lose wanting to “be” something or feel a certain way, due to the materialisation of physical need does not mean that you must hand over your life on a piece of paper and let other people decide what your fate will be in resignation. No, this is wrong.
The human mind is like a mould, and it is designed to hold, an idea, an ideal, it is formed through desire to chart the uncharted, to achieve and to learn, to experience newness, even if that newness was simply the same thing over and over again, like a boy on a bike, riding around the same street over and over again, only to notice new things on each little journey he made. The novelty was there, it was always there, it was born out of childhood boredom rolling out the infinity that childhood thinks of as time.
So how do you go about changing your dream? How do you make a new one? As an adult, it is not satisfying to ride about in the same street, or even in the same town. People leave. They leave their home town because their dream breaks and they go outwards looking for the novelty, the stimulation of a new one, but unfortunately this too often breaks and rather quickly too. The answer is a difficult one.
The regeneration of dreams must satisfy the mind for its qualities of newness. It must however not be something that is easily broken. As water is poured onto water it quickly dissipates. There must be something concrete in the dream, there must be ambition instilled into it.
It is even possible to simply metamorphose the old dream. What you once wanted through innocent eyes, what you yearned for through a state of total irresponsibility was an ideal. This is where it gets interesting. The ideal can still be the same, it must in some sense satisfy what the original desire was, whether it was expansion, or comfort, or love, whether it was an aesthetic dream or one involving words, involving conversations and talk, the template may remain the same.
If you look at it in this way, the apparent death of the dream is simply an alarm bell ringing telling you to do something about it. The stronger and more painfully that bell rings, the greater the determination and structure that you might put into driving the dream forward. Dreams never really die. The truth is that you cut the edges off them to make them streamlined, to make them fit through the obstacle course of life. If the dream is too big, you don’t make progress, but without a dream there is no motivation. The secret of life is to refine the desire, refine and reform it until the life that you want to lead, becomes something that is inevitable. When disappointment occurs in life, when depression roles in from the failure of your dreams, from the failure of what you thought life ought to be, that’s when you need to clip the dreams wings, when you need to question whether it was in fact a dream which was worth while in the first place.
The more subtle you are in “adapting” and changing the original impulse of life, of transforming life into something fine, that makes you feel good, the easier it is to fulfil the dream. When things stir out in the darkness, and your life becomes plagued, you must ask yourself: “what did I want?” And “was what I wanted worth anything?”
The dream of life is there for us all. It is there to make in the shape in which we choose. Like the Biblical God being the image of man, man has the potential to shape his world. What he creates is his creation, and as we create our own lives we must think about what is worth creating in the first place. Some dreams are worth having, the ones which are lifetime dreams, the ones in which you say “I have brought about this reality through my desire, through having trust and faith in my vision, in my dream, and determination to make my dream real, in the image of what I wanted it to be.”
Once you Believe, it is easy to convince others to believe also. Especially if they have nothing planned.
GGGGGGGG EmEmEmG EmEmEmG
I’m not good at writing these songs, writing these songs
And yes it has been very long, been very long
But I wouldn’t mind if it was you
Who loved me all along, all along
Inst. GGG CC G
CCC G
(back to Em)
And I can see that you are smiling now
And I am sure glad
That I have found you somehow
And I hope that you never stop smiling
(instrumental C)
(Back to Em)
I have been in paradise, paradise
But it was boring as hell
And the moment I thought of your face
I began to smile inside, smile inside
(Instrumental C)
Pluto, Sagittarius and Capricorn
Pluto is the planet of “transformation”, of course it is. but it’s also the planet of planting little seeds of manipulation, fears and is capable of blowing things up through psychological warfare as well as outright violence. As Pluto steams towards Capricorn my thoughts turn what this signifies in terms of its sojourn throughout Sagittarius since 1995 what has been going on, both below the surface as well as what the official Pluto position has been. Also I’d like to prejudge some of the outcomes of possible Capricorn rulerships which will undergo the beautiful metamorphosis or “transformation” due to one the best planets’ transits to that majestic sign.
With Pluto in Capricorn the History books will be burned and re-written.
History and the course of TIME as it is documented and stored in the dusty books on shelves in Libraries and Universities come under the rulership of Capricorn. But it’s not the books themselves it’s our story of reality, what has happened is likely to change. The coming transit will change our world view from the perspective of what we have always accepted to be true, (because it is written in history books) to what we now know to have been fabrications that became accepted facts. Who writes the History after all? It’s the victor, and in the coming decade the victors of the past will be exposed and scrutinised as stuff buried deep underground surfaces and brings new evidence to light. The past is under pressure.
It should be a review of the past 246 years… all political actions and events from the past will come under intense scrutiny.
The Mass Media has been under the sway of Pluto in Sagittarius
Sagittarius is the natural ruler of religion, sure, but it also rules promotion, publication, and knowledge.
It is interesting that “terrorism” has been explained away as a sign of Pluto in Sagittarius. This is disinformation working at its most blinding manipulative, religion has sure enough been put on the spot, literally hung up inside out for all to see its most vulnerable parts and that is part of the transit. But who, or what exactly has been doing this analysis? If there is a “bady” and that bady has been caught and shown with their pants down, and thrown into prison, who is the Sheriff? The answer lies within the Sign of Sagittarius: How about THE MASS MEDIA. Sagittarius rules international publishing, global and national newspapers, TV, advertising, promoting, as well as religion and politics. Who are the people who have the power to change what you think and make you fall into a framework of mental processes? Who are the people who tell you day after day what to think and how to think more than religion ever did?
Newspapers, Magazines, TV and Film are acknowledged to the the real dispensers of power in the information age, and who gave them the power?
Who are the bigger manipulators on the planet? Are they really a bunch of rag-tag “terrorists”? Remember Pluto is not just about transforming, but about where power really is. Where are the power structures in the world, who has the ability to mobilise people? Who exactly is it that can convince people to hand over civil liberties and who is it that can cultivate customs and thought patterns? Local news as we all know is no longer local news, because there has been a monopolisation, a centralisation taking effect, the effect is to be able to convince everyone quickly and easily what to BELIEVE, the traditional job of Jupiter.
The massive abuse and manipulation that we think of as Pluto is not with religion but with the Global Media who have always been part of the Sagittarius rulership. What happens now is that Pluto will stop being all about the propaganda and start acting through more physical means, through Saturn’s meticulous eye.
Example 1. of Pluto in Sagittarius:
http://www.cato-at-liberty.org/2007/10/04/lies-damn-lies-statistics-and-a-media-happy-to-abuse-them/
I thought I’d begin by posting the lyrics to a popular song by Buddy Materna
White Clouds
A vague feeling sweeping over me
White clouds in the wind
Yesterday I wished I was someone else
But if I were I would never have know you
I may never have lost my mind that day
But now it seems alright today
A vague feeling sweeping over you
White clouds in the wind
A vague feeling sweeping over you
White clouds in the wind
Forget the sadness forget the pain
It’s the end of our sorrow
We’re leaving this rain
Sunshine blowing through your hair
Our dreams are coming true
A vague feeling sweeping over you
White clouds in the wind
Sunshine blowing through your hair
Our dreams are coming true
A vague feeling sweeping over you
White clouds in the wind
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