March 15, 2003
In the energies of the full moon we wait for the start of the war with Iraq, edition 2003. This war is part of the program of closure f our reality program, playing out by design, created as part of the architectural blueprint of our reality. War leaves an imprint on the grid which takes us from one program to another.
The carousel goes round and round as if the wheel of karma, time, and illusion. We grab for the 'gold (brass) ring', alchemy, as the carousel, the ferris wheel, the alchemy wheel, 12 Around 1, the carnival (carny) of the trickster moves us round and round in circles, cycles, often leaving us dizzy and disoriented.
The child, your emotional body, can get lost in this playground, if one does not understand that sooner or later the cycle, the ride, will stop, and you can get off.
Coney Island, the original and largest game park, which has a large Carousel the Carny. I loved in Coney Island until age 11 when my destiny was forever changed. My family lived on West 22nd Street 12 blocks from the amusement area, just off Surf Avenue.
I still remember the fortune tellers, the rides, the boardwalk, the beach and the Atlantic Ocean. I have always lived facing the Atlantic.
I loved the rides and watching the people, most of who seemed part of a charade to me. None of it was real, still isn't, yet I made the most of it and enjoyed the ride. Did I get the brass ring? When I was old enough, I got it every time - another free ride.
The carousel, the horse, behold a pale horse, revelation, movement to the next level of consciousness, the white bird who flies with the soul as protector from the Trickster, the wooden rocking horse who goes nowhere just moves back and forth, the music, the music box, harmonics, creation by tones, the bell that signals the ride has begun and has ended are all part of the movements of time.
