Collecting the cash from my bank accounts does not amount to much. But it's all I have, and with it in my hands is all the preparedness I might accomplish. Not much.
The planets look 'troubling' in this period May 5 to June 22, 2008, as I noted in a previous Diary. 'Troubling' as in a Bushbutcher-conjured second coming of Nine-Eleven Op, yet on a larger scale -- perhaps 1000 times larger, suggesting the fatality count of 3,000,000 Americans 'at home' (compared to 3,000 of Nine-Eleven Op, the First).
My astrology analysis most strongly focussed on May 11, Mother's Day, as the target date for N.E.O., the Second. 5-11 came and went, 'uneventfully.' But the darkness in the planet portents remains, ominous and foreboding.
Signals which appeared this week raised attention to May 25 and 26 as dates of disruption. During those two days, Sunday, 5-25, seems more frought with fission -- i.e., dastardly -- than the other. Although, flipping a coin or a stab in the dark could yield a different 'answer' or interpretation, and turn out truer to life.
In the sum of it, this interval May 5 - June 22 is a planet pattern which is vexing the planet pattern of June 12, 1924, when Papa Bushbutcher was born. Maybe all that happens is he has a nervous breakdown, or goes 'goofy.' And maybe not.
Anyway, it also seems there is a silver lining for any We, the People victims, in any thundercloud some rainmakers might conjure this weekend. Their plans screw up. Some key personnel are asleep at the switch (perhaps literally, having fallen asleep), and miss the cue and fail in some part and it 'all' blows up their face.
Great damages might still occur, but the culprits seem to be caught red-handed holding a smoking gun, undeniable and irrefutable against all allowance of a vast public idolatry or 'worship' for the Bushbutcher Gang. This might be what it takes (ghastly guilt witnessed in the whole world watching), to bring the end of their line ... at the end of their rope. Which began, dating back to Prescott desecrating Geronimo's grave, 1916, and someday sacred, the accursed are condemned in full measure.
