As time marches on, its transformative power often escapes our notice until we peer into the hindsight’s mirror. While I skimmed the eclectic expanse of the Akashic Field Theory histories and untold frames of time—it struck me: universally, Elvis Presley garners adulation for his vocal prowess, crowned the sovereign of Rock 'n' Roll. Yet, candidly appraising, his reign seems a muddled legacy. Imagine, shaping the bedrock of sound for legions, ushering in an era, and yet, the Grammys eluded him in his dominion. Interestingly, it was for gospel melodies that he clinched three Grammys, not the genre in which he was royalty. Surely, this paradox made even old Nick pause—perhaps even forced him to recline amid his own mirthful, malignant infernos of iniquity.
Our world endures, navigating through the scheming underbrush of crony capitalism and the fiery trials of revolution. The question remains: can we endure and emerge with our spirit and principles intact?
Reflecting on our collective duplicity, we dare not place ourselves upon pedestals. The raucous saga of sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll from yesteryears now seem rather subdued compared to today's ramparts of 'degenrosity'—a neologism joining the lexicon, embodying excess beyond the pale. In an age when the ABCDQXYZ can freely update pronouns, why not append a few definitions for convivial inclusivity?
As for me—a 'toxic boomer' by current syntax—I can almost sense the impending clamor for my societal inquisition. I pen these words amid the twilight of the second Elizabethan epoch, an era equally besieged by verdant jungles and concrete chaos alike. Here, the historical echo of the Reichstag's embers whispers forebodingly, hinting at the grand stratagems of power under the guise of calamity
Copy with the Age of Aquarius reflects broader human interests in cosmology, metaphysics, and trying to understand the greater cycles and epochs that may influence human affairs and the evolution of
There is much to support the apparent move into the Aquarian Age
The Age of Aquarius, often referred to as a new era in the astrological ages, is characterized by various themes centering around innovation, technology, and collective consciousness. Each astrological age lasts roughly 2,160 years, part of a greater cycle known as the precession of the equinoxes, which spans about 25,920 years.
While there's no universally agreed-upon start date for the Age of Aquarius, many astrologers suggest we are either in the dawning of this age or transitioning into it, having previously been in the Piscean age, marked by belief systems, spirituality, and institutions. Signs that we might be entering or in the Age of Aquarius include:
Advances**: Significant leaps in technology, especially in communication, computing, and biotechnology. Aquarius is associated with innovation and science, often heralding a period of groundbreaking discoveries.
Humanitarianism and Social Justice**: The Aquarian age is expected to emphasize human rights and values aiming for equality, freedom for all, and social reform, reflecting Aquarius traits of humanitarianism and fairness.
Collective Awareness**: A trend towards recognizing the interconnectedness of all life on Earth and working together as a global community, which may manifest through increased environmental activism and global movements for change.
Spirituality and Individuality**: A move away from traditional religious structures towards personal spirituality, where individuals seek direct experiences or understanding of the universe without an intermediary.
Dissolution of Borders**: There may be a push for less emphasis on national and cultural boundaries, and more on seeing the planet as a whole, promoting a sense of universal brotherhood.
Paradigm Shifts in Power Old structures and ways of wielding power could be challenged, transforming towards more egalitarian and decentralized systems.
Skeptics of astrology may simply view these trends as the natural progression of human society and not necessarily tied to astrological ages. Nonetheless, the concept of the Age of Aquarius captures the imagination of many who feel we are at the brink of societal evolution. Whether one subscribes to the astrological meanings behind it or not, the terminology and themes have permeated popular culture and discourse.
Our world endures, navigating through the scheming underbrush of crony capitalism and the fiery trials of revolution. The question remains: can we endure and emerge with our spirit and principles intact? My need to get my mind off these greedy ass political dramas and follow around the next Marilyn Monroe except Paris Hilton is really no blond bimbo. If I could have been of real assistance I would have wrote her a screen play… All I could offer is a silly sitcom. Paris is simply like no other celebrity type I’ve enountered. She does have a ego and a bit like a kind of Female Trump. But not unlike Trumps showmanship she has that glow. So the gal can cast a spell over a crowd. I find a momentary escape trailing the footsteps of a modern icon, one who, unlike Marilyn's storied intellect veiled by platinum locks, is Paris Hilton—a mirage of the dime-store ditz with a wit sharper than her critics Would that I could offer her a script worthy of her enigma… my pen can only scribe light-hearted bull 💩for the small screen. Her persona is unique, teetering on a pedestal built by the same brand of bravado that buoyed a reality-star-cum-leader. They share a radiance that mesmerizes, turning onlookers into pliable admirers drawn by her incandescent charm. Yet, when emulation strays towards obsession, I recoil, for in the meteoric rise of another, envy has no place—only curiosity, an eagerness to dissect success.
My musings drift to Elvis, the once-unshakable King, whose mortal coils betrayed his celestial throne, leaving us grappling with his tarnished legacy, an epitaph for the hungry scavengers of fame. But should we deride humanity for its transgressions or, perhaps, take a cue from reflection—find the everyman in the mirror? Despite my voice betraying tunes, I sing heartily amid the steam and drizzle, a declaration of my resolve to face the end with fists clenched Screaming bloody murder Such is my clarion call: Resist the gentle slide into oblivion. Shout, wail, rail against the dying of the light—let the world hear your roar… Let them know that which will echo to generations yet unborn.
Thank you for the layering its kind of nice to know there is an appreciation of my work that requires a real heart of understanding. Thank you most kindly.