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The New Age  – Early and Prepared

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This morning’s Guardian has an interview with Jamie Lee Curtis. In that she is quoted thus:

“I’m always early,” says the actor, deadpan. “Or as my elder daughter refers to me, ‘aggressively early’.”

Jamie Lee Curtis

People who are poorly prepared and struggle to keep to a schedule can see others as being aggressively early. They may resent preparation hoping to wing it through the chaos and quagmire together, make shit up on the fly. They don’t like it if you are very well prepared. Curtis says she likes to get there early, get the job done and leave among the first. No need to dilly-dally for a chit-chat and mutual BS session afterwards.

The notion of THE New Age has been around for a while and there has been a lot of idealism about how that might be. In esoteric terms the Kurukshetra will be the fifth ray of concrete {reinforced with steel bars} mind. The outgoing sixth ray is idealism and devotion, where polarisation among and between ideologies is stark. The incoming ray is synthesis or ceremonial order. This is the ray par excellence of organisation whereby something perhaps a being , a society , a company is organised into life in an ordered way. It is not hippy-trippy peace and love pass the spliff man, nor is it slice off your cock and dress like a woman. The Ronseal word is new and not same old, same old.

If you look, we can see that the three world powers are all heading towards some version of state protected totalitarian capitalism. China and America are not as unlike as propaganda may have us believe. They are converging these days.

There are idealised versions of what a new teacher, a new spiritual leader might look like. They are often predicted beautiful and portrayed glowing. That aura stuff is old hat. Do you really need vegetarianism, the lotus position and flowing wavy hair. Must you do the single pointed cart-wheeling octopus yoga position on your mat in Phuket dressed in your fashionable pink yoga pants? Any ”saviour” might not be as expected.

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Before dawn there is always darkness and there is a saying that it is always darkest just before the dawn, this is not optically true. Metaphorically perhaps it is. There are people who are morning people who awake alert and ready, there are somnambulant hibernating bears who cannot move without a litre of IV expresso.  

Those of a morning disposition prepare the way, cut off the unnecessary burdens and pare to the bone, they pre-pare. There are those who are the prow of the ship who bear the brunt. A truly seventh ray individual would differ markedly, be all about entrepreneurship and organisation. Out of the cauldron of inspiration they would be forever trying to synthesise something new. By human nature and its conservatism, there would be abortion after abortion after abortion. Explorations would go nowhere. There would be dead end after dead end. Pearls would fall among swine. The new would be always and in all ways resisted by the old. Those forerunners would at least dent the concrete structures made hard and fast by reinforced concrete mind. On the Kurukshetra the new would face its enemy the status quo, again and again and again without even asking why.

The keepers of knowledge and education would be the most resistant to and against the ageless wisdom, lest it challenge their intellectual deity and threaten salary. The wagons would circle and the Winchester rifles be loaded.

My own feeling is that humanity is heading towards a dark patch, a deepening stain, a bloody smear. One in which the facts of climate change are negated for profit until the shit really hits the fan. A wake up call of truly massive proportions is incoming. What may rise from the ashes and flood waters is yet to be seen.

Already some of the factors are here. Artificial intelligence is not intelligence; AI driven weaponry may be lethal and preserve the lives of the aggressors using it. But death is death. Each day humanity stares into the pixel master in its hands and pockets, salivating Pavlovian for an incoming beep. Hype and propaganda power are once again more important than truth or fact. Goebbels would smile at the mutating hydra he unleashed.

Often those who see things early are derided and ostracised. 20:20 hindsight is not much use to them in the crematorium. It seems though that this is the way it is and perhaps always will be.

Some people will be early, perhaps too early and they will leave early too.

Pierro – Miscommunication – Light Through Darkness – Lost Car Dream – 23-07-2025

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Here is last night’s dream.

The dream starts in a very urban setting, next to a large river which is brackish and tidal. There is a very large pub on multiple levels which backs onto the river. It has a feel of a Dickensian smugglers’ pub on the banks of a foggy Thames. The wife and I meet Pierro there on the land side off a normal road. We go inside.

The scene changes and I am now entering the lower levels of the pub from the sea side through a rarely used entrance off the “beach”. I work my way up through the pub looking for Pierro and the wife. Some of the rooms are busy some are not. The pub is very big with many rooms and many bars. In one the barman hands me a half-pewter tankard filled with porter a type of dark beer. Carrying this I continue searching through the pub. I walk through an office drinks party in one bar and a pre-wedding piss up in another. I find them in a wooden bar with benched wooden seating.

I again greet Pierro. He says that he has someone he wants me to meet. They are his cousins from America. He introduces four men who are a bit like the “Deliverance” hill-billies. They are roughly dressed and with poor teeth. They are unwashed and smelly. One of them has fingernails like dog claws. Another has a lazy eye and is wearing a lopsided straw hat. They are all tall, well over six feet and on the skinny side. They look out of place in the urban setting.

I start to speak with them in English, but they respond in French with a very strong creole or patois accent, that is very thick and difficult to understand. It could be Canadian American Indian French or from the deep south of the USA. It is very hard to understand. I speak with them in my attempts at French. It is clear to see that we are having massive, huge, trouble communicating. Communication is very poor between us.

The scene changes to a different urban setting. There are tall dark red brick buildings a bit like those near Kensington High Street and a bit reminiscent of Manchester. There are thin several storey tall, terraced houses and office like accommodation. I am there for a rock concert. Perhaps by Oasis. There is on street car parking with old style parking meters. I pick up my key from reception and go to find the house which I have been allocated, which I am renting. I go inside and dump my bags. I then leave and lock up putting the keys in my pocket. I look at the number on the door so that I can find it amidst all the very similar looking buildings. I can see the number 1347 in large white screw-on numbering. In the dream I think it odd that the house has such a high number.

I then set off to look for my car having forgotten exactly where I parked it. I know that I parked it near here because I used intuition to find then ticket office. I am looking for my old navy-blue Ford Fiesta. I look up and down the streets, down back alleys, in car parks above and below ground. I cannot find the car but am not concerned because it is my old car which I sold many years ago.

The dream ends.

As I am coming to, I note that the dream is about 15 both because of the house number and Pierro. It is about light through or from darkness. I note that this dream is a dreaming symbol dream.

15 is the jewel of awareness light thorugh darkness.