Moving Heaven And Earth

It is a well-established fact that Earth's magnetic field is weakening alarmingly fast.  Additionally, the magnetic poles (not the physical poles) have been wandering about and appear to be converging somewhere near Indonesia (thank you very much).  As a consequence, the health effects of galactic cosmic radiation are increasing across the globe, and it is having an effect on every human being's nervous, cardiovascular and other systems.  This is not speculation, this is all proven fact.

None of this is new or unexpected, as the nature and timing of the Great Year has been known, at least in some circles, for thousands of years.  Human mythology seems to record periods of enormous upheavals in history related to cosmic events, as noted by Immanuel Velakovsky, Joseph Campbell, Joseph Farrell, and many other researchers. 

These global historical cataclysms appear to be connected to cosmic events of major significance.  One might even concluded that, since information about the Great Year is not widely taught and studied, that some group has an agenda to keep it quiet.  If that is the case, then it would seem that the offending group also knows what happens when these events occurs.

The last Great Month, or Age, was Aries the Ram.  It was during the transition to our current Age of Pisces the Fish that the three Great Yahwisms (Judaism, Christianity, Islam) broke out of the Middle East and basically took over the world, for better or worse.  The Age of Aries was marked by a Savior who is commonly called the Lamb of God.  His followers are referred to as Fishers of Men (note the pope's fish-head hat).  All hell broke loose, with global wars, empires and upheavals that are still taking place as we speak.  We note the Crusades, Reformation, Counter-Reformation, two World Wars, and dozens of other conflicts of varying intensity, not to mention a radical change in the human condition over the past 2,000 years.

The Great Year is approximately 25,800 years long, if you believe anything NASA tells us.  It is divided into 12 Great Months or Ages of roughly 2,150 years each.  They are marked by the sign of the zodiac in which the Vernal Equinox falls, and in astrology, they are noted as the Houses of the Sun.

You would think that with the claimed precision of modern astronomy in measuring universal distances and precise locations, it would be an easy matter to find out exactly when the Vernal/March equinox will enter the next Age of Aquarius.  It isn't.  Try searching for yourself.  This is the first clue that someone is hiding something. 

In any case, there seems to be some consensus that we have already entered, or shortly will enter the Age of Aquarius.  We know that the March Equinox will occur on 20 March 2018, at 4:15p, but I'll be damned if I can find a reference to where that point will be on the Celestial Sphere, at least in terms of the zodiac.

All this in consideration, it appears that we are in the midst of a Great Upheaval.  The weaking magnetic field of Earth is allowing much greater amounts of galactic cosmic radiation through to the surface.  That means that we humans are having huge effects on our nervous systems, cardiovascular systems, and across the spectrum of our daily lives.  On an individuals basis, these may not seem excessive, but in the aggregate, we might logically assume that the general insanity apparent in the news cycles is a cumulative result of these factors.

Over the last few million years, the magnetic poles have reversed about every 200,000 years to 300,000 years.  We are currently long overdue, but we should note that the last time marks the beginning of the last Great Ice Age.  Suffice it to say that it hasn't happened since human civilization has existed in its current incorporation.

We have to wonder if the effect of cosmic radiation on the human nervous system causes a kind of mass insanity.  We also have to wonder whether some group knows that and is hiding the fact in order to take advantage of it for some occult agenda.  This conclusion would explain a lot of strange behavior by various groups, from the Nazis to the Hidden Hand to the Deep State.

What is provable is that weather systems go haywire and some mass extinctions can be linked to similar periods in Earth's history.  We have to wonder how much of current events is influenced by celestial events.

It is simplistic and dismissive to say that astrology has no value, since generations of humans have found something of value in it, and its development had to have been based on some common experience to exist in the first place.

While I don't have any solid answers, there is a rich body of research out there to consider.  The possibilities are exciting and there is the fact that if we know we are being collectively affected by outside influences, we can at least try to counteract them.  Knowledge of a problem is the first step to solving it.

It certainly is more comforting and actionable than surrendering to randomness and chaos.

Landslides And Other Fun

As the old saying goes, "A picture is worth a thousand words," which won't stop me from putting all one thousand words in the following paragraphs.  This picture is from the New York Times Shock and Awe website.

Notice that the popular vote actually went to Hillary, even if it is a razor-thin margin.  Trump, however, ran away with the Electoral College.

So many thoughts are racing through my mind at this moment, it is difficult to figure out where to begin.  I suppose the very first order of business is to congratulate Trump and his supporters on their rather stunning victory.

Thought number two: please gods let this be the end of the Klinton Krew.  I am so freaking tired on Bushes (already disposed in the primaries) and Klintons.  Forty years will give you SUCH a crick in the neck, said Genie to Aladdin.  With any luck, Trump will live up to one campaign promise - throwing the whole lot in jail.

A note to Trump and his supporters: most Muslims are great people and wouldn't hurt a fly.  Be selective on who you ban.  I know some very find people who want to study at US universities or visit friends and family Stateside, and they are very worried about discrimination and even getting visas.  We can say, though, that with Hillary gone and disgraced, perhaps groups like ISIS will find the future a difficult road to navigate.

Don't know if you noticed - and I didn't do a screen capture at 3 in the morning - but the early returns had Trump ahead by 75% to 80%, versus Hillary's 17%-22%.  I suspect this was the real spread, since it would take that kind of turnout for Trump to so clearly overcome the systemic fraud and vote flipping.  That would be the only way to outpace the percentage-based computer controls and the ballot stuffing with dead voters.  I have to call this a landslide for Trump, because I can see no other way for him to have won than to have at least 70% of actual (legal) votes cast.

The Canadian immigration website crashed and an army of celebs have lined up saying they will leave the US now.  Bullshit.  They've all been saying the same thing since at least Bush the First, and they are all still there.  They won't go too far from their publicists and adoring fans.  There are very few people like me who actually leave because of political disgust.

It's been rather entertaining watching the nattering nabobs (thank you Bill Safire) go into apoplexy over this election.  The media, including the Sultans of Silicon, and the globalist cabal are absolutely stunned.  They were so sure they had this in the bag.  They pulled out every trick they had to get people to roll over and accept their fates.  It must be the recent movements to remove fluoride from public water supplies and the wildfire sales of Big Berkey water filters over the past two decades that are causing people to snap out of their stupor.

Now comes the real fight.  The Wall Street/bankster class is already crashing the stock markets and the dollar will be next.  If you are a smart entrepreneur, you are looking at US exports right now.  At least for the foreseeable future, the game belongs to US manufacturers and the tanking dollar will make the products affordable overseas.  That's exactly what I am doing right now...well, at least after I finish this column.

At any rate, the next few months especially will be rather interesting as the globalists try every other trick in the box to see to it that Trump isn't sworn in.  The fight ain't over by any stretch of the imagination.  The only difference is it will get nastier and will no longer be in your face - they are moving underground again.  Those tremors you feel are not earthquakes, but the thunder of anger in the underground bunkers.

OK, so now we can get on with other business - finally.  Smart folks like the readers here are already thinking about new businesses and opportunities that come with major shake-ups like this.  Even Xi Jinping is looking conciliatory and Duterte (Philippines) suddenly seems to like the US again.  And the Russians?  Well, they are celebrating a successful hack of the US election.  Only Europe is shitting its britches, since they are now alone in their misery.  It's hell betting on the wrong horse.

Did I mention Hollande is getting impeached?  Any bets Merkel is next?  All eyes on Europe for future fun and games.

So, that's our summary.  Not quite what the other guys are telling you, since I actually give ideas on how to capitalize on the New Reality.  As the Chinese like to say, "There is opportunity in chaos."  Regardless of your political bent, one thing is certain: the future belongs to those who don't panic and take advantage of the new reality before everyone else awakens from the shock.

Be real.

Hawg Heaven

Indonesia is, by far, the motorcycling-est place I've ever been. The average red light in Jakarta makes Sturgess look like a distant wanna-be in the world of motor-rallies.

This post was inspired by seeing a Jakarta record of five people on a motorcycle yesterday afternoon. The all-time record still belongs to Balikpapan, with a whopping six souls on a single bike: two kids on the running board, dad at the helm, mom on the tail, one kid between them, and a babe-in-arms. But record-setting numbers of people are only the beginning of the story. Motorcycles in Indonesia are workhorses, as well as necessities.

Jakarta is a highly compact city. In area, it is about one-quarter the size of Houston, Texas, but it has a stable population of about 12 million, with more coming every day. Since Jakarta is the center of commerce in Indonesia, many folks set out to find fame and fortune in this ant pile. Because of the sheer density of people and buildings, traffic here is a round-the-clock affair that not even Rome or Mexico City can outmatch. The density of vehicles on the road means a motorcycle is the most efficient way to get around. It is also cheap to buy and operate, features which appeal to the average Indonesian. Furthermore, in accidents, the law favors the smaller vehicle, so a surviving cyclist has a better than even chance of collecting on the deal.

Traffic in Jakarta is amazing. Streets are narrow and follow no discernible grid or logic. Traffic control is achieved primarily through the use of U-turns and one-way streets, which means you can end up driving several kilometers to cross the street. Where there is a red light, a fair number of folks simply ignore it. Consequently, Jakarta spends the hours between 5 a.m. and 10 p.m. in a sort of fluid grid-lock. Traffic moves, but you'd get a bigger thrill from watching molasses flow in January.

Further enhancing the effect is the fact that the outer fringes of every street have a constant flow of push-carts, bicycles and pedestrians (sidewalks, if they exist, are a nightmare obstacle course, so most prefer the relative smoothness of the street). Topping all of these factors is the Indonesian philosophy of driving, which is to get from Point A to Point B without coming to a full and complete stop along the way.

These factors combine to make a motorcycle the most efficient means of travel across the city, and indeed, acros the nation. A bike is able to weave in and out of traffic, use sidewalks and pedestrian cross-overs, slide the wrong way down the edge of busy streets, and get cheaper and easier parking. A motorcycle can make the trip across town in half the time and a fraction of the cost of a taxi or car. Every red light looks like a shotgun start at a Moto-X event, as the bikes wend and weave their way to the front of the line and roar out ahead of the pack as soon as the light turns the palest shade of green. As a pedestrian, you do not want to be caught in the crosswalk at this point.

Indonesians are so cheap, they'd make a Scotsman blush. They can pinch a penny and turn it into a dollar, where a Scotsman only gets a dime. For this reason, motorcycles are the mode of choice. Entry into the market will set you back about $1,000, versus 15 times that for a low-end car. The norm is a 125cc bike, with the occasional 150, and even the rare Harley or two. However, over 150 the taxes and insurance rates go up steeply. For the most part, no one carries liability. Insurance is only used to cover vehicles while they are being paid off. In an accident, there is no "later," you usually pay cash to the injured party on the spot.

Tags last 10 years with an annual renewal fee. The annual inspection, such as it is, determines whether you show up to pay the fee or not. This puts bikes at a price-point that even an Indonesian can love, while providing all the benefits of personal mobility. Therefore, the motorcycle has become the workhorse of Indonesian life.

In addition to carrying obscene numbers of people on a single bike, Indonesians use them for just about everything from trucks to mobile shops. I have seen 30-foot bamboo poles, car windshields, mobile kitchens, and hardware stores all mounted on motorcycles. In the case of large deliveries, one man drives and the other holds the object, such as a windshield, lumber, parcels, and other unwieldy things. Others have their shops or wares built onto the back of the bike, such as a stove and storage for cooking, or bread boxes, pizza delivery and, in the case of some, an entire selection of brooms, mops, brushes, buckets and spray bottles. This latter example comes in a jumble a full six feet high and four feet wide; an impossible arrangement that looks ready to explode into a housewife's dream at any moment.

I have seen live goats and ducks tied rather comically onto the backs of bikes. One example took me several takes to fully appreciate. He had 10 ducks bundled and draped over the seat like saddlebags, with all the heads facing rear. As he drove down the street, the back of the bike seemed to have Dali-esque streamers coming off the back. You had to be there.

Another attraction for motorcycles is Indonesian law, which favors the smaller vehicle in any altercation. For this reason, a biker stands to fair better in any accident short of bicycle or pedestrian, assuming he or she survives the encounter. Since the norm is to pay damages in cash at the scene, odds are on the side of the motorcycle. In the case of bike-on-bike wrecks, it usually leads to one of Indonesia's favorite spectator sports: Who's Fault Is It? Large crowds gather, witnesses are paid, sides are taken, and the show is on. For normally stoic Indonesians, this is about as emotional as things get outside the national badminton tournament.

Accidents occur frequently. Hardly a month goes by that you don't get news of someone in the hospital or dying from a crash. I've witnessed and heard of some rather horrific screw-ups. It's unavoidable, given the sheer volume and chaos of Jakarta traffic. At its best, driving here is one of the finest forms of enlightened anarchy I have ever seen. At one time, I was convinced that traffic in Rome was the most insane contests I had witnessed, but Jakarta eclipses Rome by orders of magnitude. Things that in Texas would get you shot instantly are commonplace here, and for the most part, Indonesians are amazingly dispassionate about it all. Sure, there's horn blowing that makes the World Cup look quiet, but it is done not in anger or frustration, but because that's just the way things are done.

I've never witnessed road-rage, even in the most extreme cases. Operating a vehicle here, and even just walking, requires a level of detachment that borders on Zen perfection. Driving in Jakarta requires a skill and patience that is unheard of in American life. Through all of the chaos and smoke, the motorcycle putts along, the center of Indonesian transportation and commerce. Without it, life here would slam to a halt.

For that reason, I nominate Indonesia as Hawg Heaven...the biker's dream.