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Michael Tsarion is figuring it out at last... who got us in all this trouble....
A 5000 year old Gaelic/Celtic prophecy states:I always took this that the priestess meant this as an unhappy forecast she was unhappy about, but what if she was rubbing her hands together when she said it?
Then she (the priestess) added a prophecy in which she foretold the approaching end of the Divine Age and the beginning of a new one, in which the summers would be flowerless, the cows milkless and women shameless and men strengthless, in which there will be trees without fruit and seas without fish, when old men would give false judgments and legislators make unjust laws, when warriors would betray one another and men would be thieves and there would be no more virtue in the world.
I'm limping along at my post here today, and a lot of extremely concentration-worthy notions are getting my mindprints all over them, despite the fact that the internet here has been HORRENDOUSLY slow for most of the afternoon and early evening here. I'm on the point of taking the morally draining step of calling my ISP to ask them what the heck is up with this, but I'm still feeling superstitious about doing that. It might mean the whole thing tanks completely on me and all my irons in the fire will be cold by the time I get back to them.
Of course, by now, they are only luke warm anyway, but....
But the world is in sucky shape, a lot along the lines of the ancient priestess' prophesy, and I continue to default to hooking you up with things that can help knock the old brain plaque loose, or help you find your way back to fitness, or give you my slant on things that concern us all, or harangue you, or keep you abreast of my status as a doddering codger babe in the wilds of the northwesternmost corner of California, or what-the-heck-so-ever strikes me to take up with you on the moment. All of it meant to point at stuff that is pretty murky and needs our clarity really, really, really, vitally badly.
Just co-operate, please, will you?
always and any time....
